“What was it you said—it would take a river of blood to wash away all
my wounds? I saw a video of you the other night. You appeared to be
taking all your medicine at once. So I guess that helped. I’m glad.” She
remembered him bent over the girl’s throat, balancing his knee on the
edge of her chair, covering her body with his. A shudder went through
her that wasn’t fear.
“I really said that?” he asked. “It sounds a bit mad.” (…)
She thought about the way he’d kissed her, with blood in her mouth and the sun rising behind her, and wondered if he wanted to kiss her again.