The Shadows Didn't Seem As Dark As

Age Is Just A Number Baby, What Are You Now? 40?

His Gift Is Slower Than Jane's. It Creeps. It Will Touch Us In A Few Seconds.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

It Was The First Time I'd Ever Felt Truly Jealous Of Anyone Else In My Entire Life.

When You Loved The One Who Was Killing You, It Left You No Options." -bella