“Do you want to know what I do with it? The blood.” I already knew, because, if by some weird twist of fate I was in Gareth’s shoes, I’d do the same thing: “You paint with it.” Gareth flashed me his pearly whites, a killer smile when he chose to let one out. Keyword: killer. “Smart girl,” he murmured, lowering his face to mine. He kissed me, his mouth taking hold of mine as his eyes closed.
