True love is finding someone whose madness mirrors your own, whose obsession burns as fiercely as yours, and who belongs to you as deeply as you belong to them.
Adrian was deep undercover. Everytime he went to work for the center he barely kept it together to not kill the monsters in there. And he was not speaking about the hybrids. He could not stand what people would do to them. What rich people would do to them.
Hybrids hadnโt been naturally born. No, the first ever successful hybrids had been man-made. Born in a lab due to an old manโs wishes of giving his grandson a companion that could speak and hold a conversation with him.
"I'm looking respectfully."Then look at me like I'm the only thing keeping you alive. Like the sight of me burns through your veins and you still can't look away.Look at me like you're starving, feverish,barely holding yourself together and I'm the only cure you'll never survive.
Hickeys are such a turn-on. Let me mark you, on your neck, down your torso, enough for you to feel me on your skin long after I'm gone. Every time you look in the mirror, you'll see exactly who you belong to. Those marks? All mine.