ANDREA
I pull my hand from him.
"You aren't."
"Yes. I am," I look at him, "you guys don't owe me. Do yourselves a favour and leave me alone. My life is enough of a fuck up and I don't need to get others killed on my behalf."
"Like I said, your one of us now. You belong with me."
"I don't even know what that means," I say. He opens and closes his mouth, stumbling on what I wasn't sure.
"You two are up early," Christophe strolls in, hair gelled perfectly, looking like he came from a magazine. Vampires were stupidly pretty, I had decided. But looking at his perfectly carved face made me feel more disgust than anything else.
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