“Let go of me, Theo,” I demanded, trying to shake my arm from his harsh grip. I wasn't going to play with these two anymore to be their doll they ooh'ed and ahh'ed over when I was being their good girl. No fucking more.

“Why do you do that? As soon as you don’t like the topic of conversation, you want to run off. You have every right to be mad at Tobias, but this would have eventually happened. No matter what you think, you were always meant to be ours.”

So you expect me to be okay with turning into a blood-sucking monster or a furry dog who howls...