The Bite That Binds (Deep In Your Veins, #2)

by Suzanne Wright

But honestly, what was the point of giving your life to someone if they didn’t feel essential to you, if they didn’t feel part of you?

“All right, I did. But she’s not a person, she’s a bitch who hurt you, so I don’t give a fuck.” Who wouldn’t love a girl who’d set someone on fire for you?

She gave me the most sinful yet somehow still angelic smile. Only Sam could have pulled off something like that. And I knew in that moment that if she had fallen ill, if she had died, I would have stayed alive only long enough to kill the bastards that took her from me. After that, I’d have followed right behind her. Some might call that cowardly. To be honest, I couldn’t have given a shit what others thought. If I’d been forced to be without her, I wouldn’t have truly been alive anyway. She was too essential to me, too much an integral part of me, for me to ever exist without her.

I need you to keep me grounded. It sounds corny, I know, but you’re like my personal little refuge. You can’t leave.”