The three words that had caught my eye were "drank his blood.

“I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.”

“Maybe you'll get lucky." I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get h…”

“I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house―condemned―for months I'd been utterly…”

“He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critic…”