she whispers, and she’s so close to me. So very close, and if I wanted, I could pull her into my arms; I could bury my face in her neck and bite like a vampire; I could make her feel every hard, dangerous inch of why this is such a terrible idea. And I think about how I still don’t know her, not really, not like I should. I don’t know anything about her except the barest biographical facts gleaned from Elijah’s random mentions of her…and of course, that she’s an almost-nun looking to find out what she’ll miss after she goes into those cloisters of hers.
