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Those cold eyes never left the ink on those pages. The only effort she exhausted, aside from reading, was to bite into an apple after she muttered her apology. It was quite annoying actually. I wanted to shove her off the bridge, but she might be more upset about the book getting wet rather than the sight of me.
“I hope you will wear something nicer next time. I like it when my meals come with those pretty little garnishes.”
Blood rushed to the whites of his eyes, filling them with darkness until there was just a halo of a silver iris surrounded by a sea of black. “Our
“You are a fiend,” I hissed, yanking the cab door closed. “Only for you.” He shrugged.
“Behave,” he breathed into my neck. “I am trying to be nice. Let me cheer you up.”
“Marry me,” he breathed. “Get out!” I yelled, yanking the blade out of the wall and sending splinters scattering across the floor. “Not when you flirt with me like that.”
“Is this a joke?” “It is philosophy, so sometimes.”
“If you’re going to compare your nasty impulses to the likes of dogs,” I purred, “then you better bark.”
“I poison men of an abusive nature,” I corrected him sternly. “Do not say it like what we do is the same.” “You find me abusive?” “Silas, you eat people. Yes, of course I would consider you abusive.”
“There are worse things out there than you. Like myself. So take some comfort in that.”
Please, Silas. Thank you, Silas. How are you, Silas? You look so handsome today, Silas,’” I teased, rolling up my sleeve and putting my arm in her hand.
“You are so beautiful when you look out at the universe. I wonder what it would be like to be looked at with such adoration as you do at the unknown,”
“You look absolutely radiant when you’re angry,” Silas whispered against my neck.
“Just in case you needed convincing.” He looked at me through those angelic blond lashes, running his finger down my arm before intertwining our fingers. “I want all of you, not just blood. I want every piece of flesh that clings to your bones and more. I want to own every expression that crosses that pretty face. Every hair on your head belongs to me, no part of it untouched by my hands.”
“You get that light in your eyes whenever you look at something you’re curious about. I wanted to see more of it.” He shrugged. “You belong here, not in a stuffy house surrounded by people who don’t understand you.”
