He smiled halfheartedly. Then he frowned. "But isn't it more dangerous than that? In all the stories, they say that it's too hard. . . they lose control. . . people die. .

“Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s …”

“Love didn't work that way, I decided. Once you cared about a person, it was imp…”

“Mostly I dream about being with you forever.”

“Well… don’t be offended, but you smell like a dog.”