“I put my palm on my belly. "I'm hungry."His eyes bulged. "You're-? What is wrong with you?""This form is strange to me.”

“But you're dead inside to me, you're cold and beyond my reach! It is as if I'm not here, beside you. And, not being here with you, I have the dreadful feeling that I don't exist at all. And you are as cold and distant from me as those strange modern paintings of lines and hard forms that I cannot love or comprehend, as alien as those hard mechanical sculptures of this age which have no human form. I shudder when I'm near you. I look into your eyes and my reflection isn't there . . . .”

“Chapter 8, Dinner With the Vampire:Is there something wrong with your food?"No, I'm just not very hungry."You're going to break my heart, aren't you?”

“He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine."Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?”

“How could you be watching me the whole year?" I asked, sensing my eyes bulging, but unable to control it. "I think I would've noticed."His smile widened. "What, you mean, since you where always checking me out?”

“I rolled my eyes at Jeremy. Guys and their egos are completely insufferable. "What do you want me to say Jeremy? You're hot, and you're a good kisser. But I'm in love with Bryn. End of story." A smile spread across his face, the gold flecks in his eyes dancing. "So I'm still in the game."I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. "This isn't a game-it's my life!”