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The clocks struck three, startling him. His throat felt parched. He realized he’d been standing for several hours, motionless, watching the witch dream while her power rose and fell in waves.
Hi Edward
He stopped short, and a polite smile shaped his lips. “Dr. Bishop. Good morning.” He raked his fingers through his hair, which only made it look more artfully tousled. I patted my own hair self-consciously and tucked a stray strand behind my ear.
Hi Edward
His eyes glittered with another wave of sudden anger. “You don’t really believe that—that scientists don’t care about why.” “They used to be interested in the whys,” I conceded, keeping a wary eye on him. His sudden shifts in mood were downright frightening.
And that's hot or something...
Matthew’s eyes flicked over my cheeks, my eyes, and lingered on my mouth. “It’s easier to be around you when you’re eating. The smell of cooked food nauseates me.” I blinked at him, still confused. “As long as I’m nauseated, I’m not hungry,” Matthew said, his voice exasperated. “Oh!” The pieces clicked together. I already knew he liked the way I smelled. Apparently that made him hungry. Oh. I flushed.
Hi Edward
“What’s the truth in the story about vampires not being allowed inside without an invitation?” Having pressed him on his diet, I focused on the entrance protocols. “Humans are with us all the time. They just refuse to acknowledge our existence because we don’t make sense in their limited world. Once they allow us in—see us for who we really are—then we’re in to stay, just as someone you’ve invited into your home can be hard to get rid of. They can’t ignore us anymore.” “So it’s like the stories of sunlight,” I said slowly. “It’s not that you can’t be in sunlight, but when you are, it’s harder
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This doesn't actually make sense
“I will kill you myself before I let anyone hurt you.” The words caught in his throat. “And I don’t want to kill you. So please do what I tell you.”
Wow, so romantic! 😍
“I won’t actually sleep, though.” Snuggled against him, I placed my palm flat on his heart so that I would know every time it beat. “What will you do?” “Watch you, of course.” His eyes were bright. “And when I get tired of doing that—if I get tired of doing that”—he dropped a kiss on each eyelid—“I’ll read.
Fucking really? Hi Edward
And, given vampires’ pack behavior, it wasn’t going to be possible to swap obedience for something more progressive, whether he called me “wife” or not.
Awww! 💕
“Witchcraft and spells may not be your weapons of choice,” he said softly, brushing my tense jaw with the back of his hand, “but you will learn to use them.” The note of command was slight, but it was there. “Let’s find you something to eat. That always makes you more agreeable.”
How hot! 💞
