“Damn, girl. You are a kinky fuck."I glanced down. The sheet was spattered with blood, my skin covered with dried red lines. Awkward. "Oh. I tripped and fell.""On his fangs? Over and over?”

“I just tripped over a pair of shoes and almost fell down and broke my neck and no I wasn't wearing them.”

“Oh, hell, no. I saw you with the rifle.” He glanced over at her, and his voice went a notch deeper. “It was fucking hot. I love a badass female.”

“She was spared the slow, steady droplets of blood that began to spatter the beds, drip, drip, drip, painting the white sheets in shocked flowers of red”

“The scars weren’t overly red, but faded, some just light lines on my skin. Some of them I could cover with makeup, while others would never truly disappear. I felt like they completed me. A reflection of the way I felt inside."---Lo The Wild Hunt”

“Gram?” I asked. “You okay?”“Damn men,” she said. “I fell in the toilet.”I busted out laughing. Tears of laughter coursed down my face. “Oh God,” I said, still laughing.Caeden was blushing. Even his ears were red. “I did tell you I can never remember to put the toilet seat down.”