“Thank you,” she murmurs as I hand her the knife. She clutches it as her body shudders with the impending high. Too much steals her soul. Too little could cause her to lash out from denying what she had to become. But once a year? That’s just right. And Leonard uses that to his advantage, because not all monsters can go to prison. Lana’s unique, and I wouldn’t change anything about her. Because now I see the world the way it really is, and I know my only place is right by her side.
