I had an accident." "That seemes to happen a lot." "It wasn't my fault." "It never is." "I just have bad luck." "Or you're just trouble." "You got a problem with that?" "No problem at all." "Oh my God! Are you going to help or not?
Richelle MeadIs she for real?โ He paused and reconsidered. โAre you for real? Spells? Magic? I mean, donโt get me wrong. I drink blood and control peopleโs minds. But Iโve never heard of anything like this.
Richelle MeadI stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.
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