His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. "Please. I can...help you."
"No." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. "I don't think I want the help you have."
He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. "This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't suppose to be here."

"But I am.

Autore: Melissa Marr

His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. "Please. I can...help you."<br />"No." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. "I don't think I want the help you have."<br />He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. "This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't suppose to be here."<br /><br />"But I am. - Melissa Marr


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