If I hadn’t had a huge dose of vampire blood, the scar would’ve looked like a shark had bitten me.Īmelia glanced down and hastily away, as if she couldn’t bear to see the evidence of the attack. The teeth marks were hardly perceptible, though the skin wasn’t quite smooth and was visibly paler than the surrounding flesh. See how much better?” I pulled down my jeans waistband to show her a spot that had been bitten out. “I’m walking okay, and the holes are all filled in. I could hear myself babbling cheerfully along, but I couldn’t seem to stop. I could read the guilt and shame and ever-present grief roiling around Amelia’s mind in a ball of darkness. “You have to do what you have to do,” I said, giving her a very bright smile. They’d been that way, off and on, ever since Tray Dawson’s funeral. “I feel bad that I’m leaving you like this,” Amelia said.
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