We love the ones we hate

“You smell of winter dew at the first crack of dawn and when you use your power …”

“It's going to be like an...aura, I guess."He looked down at me and raised an ey…”

“Would you die for her?' I almost stopped breathing.I could feel his eyes on me.…”

“If comprehension lay at your feet, there would be no need to walk in search of …”