"Pity?" he said, visibly recoiling. "I don't want your pity, because that would mean acknowledging that you're somehow better than me and when it comes to the crunch, you and I are just the same, Megan."
"I am nothing like you," I gasped, shoving hard at his chest and knocking him away from me.
"Oh yes you are," he said. "I see it in your eyes. That fire. All that anger just fighting to get out. And you kill like no other newly-turned vampire I have ever known, it's like you were born to do it. Seriously, as much as I hate to flatter your jumped up little rich girl ego, that first time with Margaret and just now with those guys, I have to say it, I'm impressed. And you know what, I saw it the first time I ever met you. I felt it. At first I thought I was imagining it, that I was just loo
