"Hush!" Stacey made a shushing gesture. "Elodie said we have to keep this a secret."
Conor was taken aback. He didn't expect her to say such things.
"The next time you see me, and I feel like biting you, run away," Conor warned, his voice icy.
This time, for some reason, he found it easy to hold back with Stacey, merely biting her neck lightly.
Next time, he feared he might lose control, as he had done before, and lash out, break things, and accidentally harm her.
Stacey blinked, "Where?"
"Anywhere," Conor replied, his tone indifferent.
"Wow!" Stacey pretended to sob. "You're leaving me."
Conor was taken aback, "No, I'm not leaving you."
With her dirt-streaked hands, Stacey clung to Conor's obsidian-cuffed sleeve, "I don't want to be hurt."
Looking at her plain face, Conor sur
