You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

Don't be afraid," I said, "We belong together." I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.

He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.

Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?' 'You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?

How was I ever going to fight the blurring lines in our relationship when I enjoyed being with him so much?

You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?

I couldn‘t make sense of the mess in my head. Diego was dead, and that was the main thing, the devastating thing. Other than that, the fight was over, my coven had lost and my enemies had won. But my dead coven was full of people who would have loved to watch me burn, and my enemies were speaking to me kindly when they had no reason to.