Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.
Jacob was a gift from the gods.
We made it,' he shouted. 'Not bad for a prison break, eh?' 'Good thinking Jake.
As if you could outrun me.
Just you wait till Iām a vampire! Iām not going to be sitting on the sidelines next time.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.