Barrons breaks heads. Ryodan turns them inside out. Barrons fucks you up. Ryodan makes you fuck yourself up. He pushes buttons and rearranges things according to his own private, coolly sociopathic plan.
Karen Marie MoningTags: christian-mackeltar
We see ourselves in other people’s eyes. It’s the nature of the human race; we are a species of reflection, hungry for it in every facet of our existence.
Maybe that’s why vampires seem so monstrous to us—they cast no reflection. Parents, if they’re good ones, reflect the wonder of our existence and the success we can become. Friends, well chosen, show us pretty pictures of ourselves, and encourage us to grow into them.
The Beast shows us the very worst in ourselves and makes us know it’s true .
I never thought there might be one like you out there. Unaware, untrained.
Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?”
“Crazy?
Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.
Karen Marie MoningI began to cry.
Barrons looked horrified. "Stop that immediately, Ms. Lane."
"I can't." I sniffeled into my cup pf cocoa so he couldn't see my face.
"Try harder!"
I gave a great sniff and shudder, and turned it off.
"I have not been her lover for...some time," he offered, watching me carefully.
"Oh, get over yourself!
I turned around slowly, and looked up at him. He stiffened and sucked in a shallow breath. After a moment, he touched my cheek.
"Such naked pain," he whispered.
I turned my face into his palm and closed my eyes. His fingers threaded into my hair, cupped my head, and brushed the brand. It heated at his touch. His hand tightened at the base of my skull and squeezed, and he raised me slowly to my tiptoes. I opened my eyes and it was my turn to inhale sharply. Not human. Oh, no, not this man.
"Never show it to me again." His face was cold, hard, his voice colder.
I can smell you, Ms. Lane," he said, even more softly. "The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb."
My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.
I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He didn't move away, and I battled the urge to lean back into him, seeking the comfort of his strength. Would he wrap his arms around me? Make me feel safe, if only for a moment, and if only a delusion?
Karen Marie MoningLady, you are one sick fuck.
Karen Marie MoningHe made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored
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