His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. Please. I can...help you.No. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. I don't think I want the help you have.He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't suppose to be here.But I am.
~ Melissa Marr