Be still my non-beating heart.
Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. "You won't be satisfied until you've brought me to my knees, is that it?" "Why not?" It shot out of me with all the recklessness of my still-broken heart. "You brought me to mine.
Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!
