“I think you’re fucking incredible, little rabbit. I think I’d follow you anywhere, do anything for you. I’ve never met anyone like you before.” “You mean … the crimson magic?” I say with a disappointment that surprises me. The man is sick and twisted and I can’t forget the way his face had lit up when the scarlet magic had sizzled on my fingers. “Everything about you. The dark and the light. The shadows and the blaze. The way you get real mad at me, the way you scream, the way you’re always fighting.” His eyes swim down my form. “I’ve never wanted to consume anything as badly as I have you.”
