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Trivial Pursuit games ended with me drinking the tears of my fellow players and leaving a trail of their bloodied hearts all over the board.
Shown some interest? I had so much interest in him I was practically a bank.
I put it on, and it was the softest material I had ever felt. Like it had been collected from the bellies of baby Angora bunnies raised on organic carrots who had slept on cotton balls.
Other than the no-marriage thing, everything else out of his mouth was perfect. Like I had ridden a unicorn over a rainbow into a fairyland, and Santa Claus was in charge of showing me around. Magical, fantastical, totally perfect.
I rubbed my thumb just above his top lip, and my smile died when I looked up at him. Because his eyes had the same expression as when I had set the tray of cookies down. Like he didn’t care if I had cooled off enough, because he intended to devour me.
My grandma always told me not to hate people, so I knew I shouldn’t hate Amelia Swan, but if she were on fire and I had a glass of water, I would drink it.
Excited, I gobbled up one of the truffles, and it melted in my mouth with a smoothness that American chocolate seemed to lack. “Mmm. This is so rich it should have its own trophy wife.”
“I want to remember the happy times,” I said. “But all I can remember is when he hurt me. Why is that?” “Probably because happiness doesn’t leave scars.”
