“You wound me, my dear.” He clutched his chest mockingly. “My heart is yours to do with as you please! Even if you are to run blades through it!” “Must you be so melodramatic? Are you not the one that eats flesh and chased me like an animal through this very house?” “Whatever do you mean?” he gasped. “That is the height of romance!” His expression darkened as he got closer, climbing over me. He threw me a puzzled look. “Why do you smell like that?” His nose wrinkled in disgust. “Like what—” My words were cut off by his hand grabbing my face, forcing it in his direction.
