A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #1)

by Kresley Cole

She sighed. It wasn’t their fault that they were bastards who should die.

“How fast are we going?” “Eighty kilometers an hour,” Emma answered in an offhanded tone. “How long is a kilometer?” Sad but true—she didn’t know.

what the FUCK is a kilometer

In the past, he might have enjoyed the attention, possibly accepted an invitation or two. Now he found their interest vaguely insulting. As if he’d choose any of them over the creature he followed so closely!

She narrowed her eyes, realizing what this was. Stockholm syndrome. Identifying with your bullying captor? Check. Forming an attachment to him? Check.

At least she's self-aware! <3

Her wounds had begun healing immediately when she drank from him. He could sustain her. Which was the least he could do, since she’d finally made his life worth living.