Chapter TwelveImagine, if you can, the scene there in that lesbian club on Christmas Eve. There's me sucking on Holly's wrist. There's Holly sucking on Veronica's neck. There's Veronica all pushed up in the corner going, “Oh oh oh,” as the blood is being drained out of her. And all around us there's blood, Veronica's blood, Holly's blood, on the table, on us, on the floor, on the mirrors. So far we haven't been noticed by the other party goers, but really, it's only a matter of time before the screaming starts, ain't it?
I dropped Holly's wrist and looked at her. She dropped Veronica's head (which smashed down with a bang onto the table) and looked at me. “Oh my sweetness,” I said. “I'm so sorry. I love you so much. So, so much.” She looked at me and she smiled and then we kissed across t
