The Beast You’ve Made of Me » M
“I expect you tonight, as usual,” he wiped the blood from her split lip, “I hope you will learn that the Dark Lord is not always this merciful, my dear. Oh and do try to clean yourself up, Bella. You’re bleeding.”
“She does not think that “lovers” is the correct term to describe their twisted relations, their rabid nights, his coldness, her willingness. They are not something; they are not nothing.”
