Shiloh was staring at me like she knew what was in my heart. But she didn’t. How could she? She knew absolutely nothing about me. But she knew everything. She saw me for what I really was. And that was real. In front of Blanc I may have acted like an angel, like some sort of superior, godly creature. But that was all a lie. I was just like everyone else. I was just human.Her eyes were wide and brown; too big for her face, I thought. Sometimes I wondered what she looked like as a human, instead of in a face surrounded by brown and black fur. “It’ll be me. I know it’ll be me. Because you love me.” She said the words surely, but I just kept staring, waiting for her to say that it was all a joke.“No I don’t. I’ve never loved you.”“Liar.”
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