My closet!" hissed the figure. A spiderlike hand darted out and grabbed the doorknob. "My closet! Mine!" And it slammed the door with a bang.

“I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.”

“You are a monster.” Kanin’s deep voice droned in my head again, as I forced mys…”

“...we could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be.”

“As Annwyl turned away, Keirran rose swiftly, not touching her but very close. "…”