Sam: “I—it’s—I’m not an animal.

My mother always said that I was born out of a bottle of vinegar instead of born from a womb and that she and my father bathed me in sugar for three days to wash it off. I try to behave, but I always go back to the vinegar.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

"After you were bitten, i knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so i could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt." "How long did you wait?" "I haven't stopped."

It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish's nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.