Madeleine Duval
I've lived for over a hundred years and nobody had ever made my heart beat the way Mary did. Okay—my heart certainly does not beat anymore but you get the point.
Not even Isolde…the one before her, made my feelings unravel into this uncontrollable thing that made me ache from the inside out. And I hated it.
For years I'd been the one in control of everybody I ever crossed paths with. I held their hands and made them dance to the tune of my own demands.
But, Mary—
Despite telling myself not to turn I did, watching her where she sat on the floor with her roommate and that damn English teacher that wouldn't stop hovering over my girl.
My fingers itched for a cigarette.
I looked around to see if I could find a private place to smoke before I'd lose my goddamn mind.
