“And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in… — Mari Mancusi Copy Share Image
“Can we cut the Zen crap for a moment?" I ask. "I'm trying to beat this bag to a pulp.” — Mari Mancusi Copy Share Image
“Where have you been?" I asked weakly. A few minutes ago I would have rather died than questioned him. Let him know… — Mari Mancusi Copy Share Image
