His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.
I wish for adventure.I wish to matter.I wish for a home.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.
That’s what I wanted. Something to enrich me, to make me feel better about the things in my life that I could never change.” – Page 56
He may be stronger, but I’m not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That’s why he’s here. He wants me for what I can do after all.
He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. “I do”, I admit.
No longer do I fear. No longer do I let others define me. I know what I am. What I’m capable of. That I’m a girl… a woman who will fight to survive.
Ironic. I’m here because of my inherent dangerousness, but it’s my inherent politeness that makes me put up with this. With him.
So what’s the deal with you and my sister?” He laughs shortly and rubs the back of his neck like something is there, tickling, tap
Don’t stay away from me anymore.”I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won’t. I can’t promise that. Can’t
It’s unclear who moves first. We’re in each other’s arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we’re both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.
He stiffens against me, pain written all over the mess of a face. He grabs my face in his hands. Holds me. “It’s not over. We’re not through, Jacinda.” His eyes blister, glitter darkly.”I’ll find you. I will. We’ll be together again.
I touch his cheek, see my hand shake, and quickly pull itback. He grabs my wrist, places my palm back against hischeek, and closes his eyes like he’s in agony. Or bliss. Ormaybe both. Like he’s never been touched before.