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544 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 21, 2001
"You forget, darling.
I am the local psychopath.” She stared at him. “Oh my God, it’s scary you noticed that."
"What's this?" Nick said. "Bedtime?"
No one answered him. I kept my eyes closed.
You look positively content, Clayton," Nick continued, thumping down on the floor. "That wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Elena is cuddled up with you, is it?" "It's cold in here," I murmured.
Doesn't feel cold."
It's cold," Clay growled.
I could start a fire."
I could start one too," Clay said. "With your clothes. Before you get them off."
I was far better at killing things than keeping them alive. Good thing I never planned to have children.
Human rules confounded me... The problem came with human interactions. My childhood had been pretty screwed up. Then, when I'd been on the cusp of being an adult, I'd been bitten and spent the next nine years with werewolves.
Maturity is highly overrated.
I didn't deserve Jeremy's kindness. I knew that. I suppose that was why I always questioned his motivation... When I'd realized there was nothing bad in Jeremy, I'd latched on to another excuse: that he was good to me because he was stuck with me, because he was a decent guy and maybe even because he felt some responsibility for what his ward had done to me. I wanted him to enjoy my company, but couldn't believe in it because I didn't see much in myself to warrant it.
Philip wooed me with all the patience of someone trying to coax a half-wild animal into the house and, like many a stray, I found myself domesticated before I thought to resist.
“You forget, darling. I am the local psychopath.”
Here I had a wonderful man who cared for me and I was screwing around with a self-absorbed, conniving monster who'd betrayed me in the worst possible way.