I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

A girl can dream." His eyebrows rose. "Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?" "Not exactly," I said, frowning at his word choice. Monster, indeed. "Mostly I dream about being with you forever.

Look after my heart - I've left it with you.

Our relationship couldn't continue to balance, as it did, on the point of a knife. We would fall off one edge or the other, depending entirely upon his decision, or his instincts. My decision was made, made before I'd ever consciously chosen, and I was committed to seeing it through. Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. It was an impossibility.

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.