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"That's what you do with someone you like.”<br />

Lissa's heart pounded with both anger and desire. "Well, I don't like or like you. And I think<br />

you and Mia are both lying about Andre. Aaron would never make up anything like that.”<br />

"That's because Aaron doesn't say anything that requires words of more than one syllable.”<br />

She pulled away. "Get out. Get away from me.”<br />

He looked around comically. "You can't throw me out. We both signed the lease.”<br />

"Get. Out!" she yelled. "I hate you!”<br />

He bowed. "Anything you want, Your Highness." With a final dark look, he left the attic.<br />

Lissa sank to her knees, letting out the tears she'd held back from him. I could barely make<br />

sense out of all the things hurting her. God only knew things upset me—like the Jesse<br />

incident—but they didn't attack me in the same way. They swirled within her, beating at her<br />

brain. The stories about Andre. Mia's hate. Christian's kiss. Healing me. This, I realized, was<br />

what real depression felt like. What madness felt like.<br />

Overcome, drowning in her own pain, Lissa made the only decision she could. The only thing<br />

she could do to channel all of these emotions. She opened up her purse and found the tiny razor<br />

blade she always carried….<br />

Sickened, yet unable to break away, I felt as she cut her left arm, making perfectly even marks,<br />

watching as the blood flowed across her white skin. As always, she avoided veins, but her cuts<br />

were deeper this time. The cutting stung horribly, yet in doing it, she was able to focus on the<br />

physical pain, distract herself from the mental anguish so that she could feel like she was in<br />

control.<br />

Drops of blood splattered onto the dusty floor, and her world began spinning. Seeing her own<br />

blood intrigued her. She had taken blood from others her entire life. Me. The feeders. Now,<br />

here it was, leaking out. With a nervous giggle, she decided it was funny. Maybe by letting it<br />

out, she was giving it back to those she'd stolen it from. Or maybe she was wasting it, wasting<br />

the sacred Dragomir blood that everyone obsessed over.

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