My breath caught in my chest. Misunderstood artsy types weren't supposed to smile like that. They were supposed to glance at others condescendingly and ooze sarcastic witticisms. I felt like this guy was going to wiggle his eyebrows and ask me to "wrassle
Katherine PineWell, you can't be a vampire." I struggled to make it sound like I was teasing, not feverishly wishing. "You're not sparkling.
Katherine PineTo Oz's credit, he didn't say anything, probably because he'd decided that trying to converse with someone so temperamental wasn't worth it.
Katherine PineI didn't want to think about it. Indulging someone's insanity like this couldn't be healthy.
Katherine PineThe only customers they'd get on a day like this were lunatics -- well, lunatics and hopeless romantics with a fetish for the smell of dusty old books, which in their eyes probably amounted to the same thing.
Katherine PineShe's the one I told you about. Everyone is looking for her. Lucifer wants her.
Katherine PineLonging did not even begin to describe the dark, blissful, almost painful feeling that rose within me. It was as if I was truly melting into him.
Katherine PineEvery part of her was still except her hair, which blew round her face in the damp night like Medusa's serpentine locks rearing to strike.
Katherine PineHis matted hair was a bit longer than it should have been, his leather trench coat way too worn and soft under my fingertips. There was no incandescent light, just this flawed, wonderful being.
Katherine PineMaybe this kind of devotion is sinful," I continued. "Perhaps it was even the origin of sin. But you and I are already damned.
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