I glanced up into round black eyes, ringed in yellow, but in some small part I saw humanity there. Sadness. It blinked. "Made," it said quietly, almost ashamed.
Kelly KeatonI barely knew Sebastian. You knew him enough to suck face.
Kelly KeatonSebastian's eyes were the color of smoke and silver. His pale skin, raven hair, and naturally dark red lips, paired with a rebel attitude and a poet's soul, pulled me in like a dark, magnetic force.
Kelly KeatonI wanted to stay... me.
Kelly KeatonI’m not some three-hundred-year-old pervert who kisses teenage girls, okay?
Kelly KeatonScared?" "You haven't lived until you go grave robbing.
Kelly KeatonMots clés paranormal supernatural
There is power within great sacrifice, within noble deeds. There are moments... brief, shining moments when the impossible becomes possible.
Kelly KeatonMots clés heroes possible a-beautiful-evil
You're a vampire." I laughed.
"Half," he came back, as if there was a huge difference. "My father wasn't a vampire. He was a Lamarliere. I'm not some three-hundred-year-old pervert who kisses teenage girls, okay? I'm the same age as you. Born just like you.
I'm not some three-hundred-year-old pervert who kisses teenage girls, okay? I'm the same age as you. Born just like you.
Kelly KeatonThanks to Bruce and Casey, I could operate six different firearms, drop a two-hundred-pound asshole to the floor in three seconds, and cuff a perp with one hand tied behind my back.
And they called it "family time.
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