And I Figured You'd Drive A Four-hour

Keeping Love Buried Was A Lot Like Jeeping Anger Pent Up, I'd Learned. It Just Ate You Up Insides Until You Wanted To Scream Or Kick Something.

I Wanted Him. I Arched My Back, Fully Aware Of How Vulnerable That Made Me And That I Was Giving Him An Invitation. He Accepted It And Laid Me Back Against The Table, Bringing His Body Down On Top Of Mine. That Crushing Kiss Of His Moved From My Mouth To The Nape Of My Neck. He Pushed Down The Edge Of My Dress And The Bra Strap Underneath, Exposing My Shoulder And Giving His Lips More Skin To Conquer.

She Has Very Strong Ideas About Family - Ideas That Probably Sound Kind Of Sexist To You. She Believes All Dhampirs Should Train And Put In Time As Guardians, But That The Women Should Eventually Return Home To Raise Their Children Together. But Not The Men? No, He Said Wryly. She Thinks Men Still Need To Stay Out There And Kill Strigoi.

For A Moment, I Was Captivated As I Studied Them Side By Side. My Mother: The Perfect Picture Of Guardian Excellence And Decorum. My Father: Always Capable Of Achieving His Goals, No Matter How Twisted The Means. Uneasily, I Began To Understand How I’d Inherited My Bizarre Personality.

Theyʹre Shooting At Us,ʺ I Said Incredulously. ʺtheyʹre Actually Shooting At Us!