She’d never experience a broken heart before. She hadn’t ever allowed anyone to get close enough to really hurt her. She’d had no idea it would hurt so much. That it would feel as if her heart were made of glass, and had shattered into a thousand pieces, each one piercing her, burrowing deep.
“She must have just been away, then. I really wanted to meet her. Is it true that she” – she lowered her voice again – “likes girls? That’s what I heard. And she’s really cute. She’s Japanese, right? I think Japanese girls are so pretty. I don’t, you know, swing that way. But for a vampire?” She grinned. “I’d totally make an exception.”
Cassandra inched back. My phone vibrated. I checked discreetly and saw that I had a message – from Cassandra.
How badly do we need to speak to this woman?
I texted back, Wondering the same thing.