Jenna Levine

Okay—that freaked me out a little. Maybe Frederick was a murderer after all. “It’s not . . . dead people, is it?”

His eyes went wide. “Dead people?” He looked horrified, putting his hand to his chest in a way that reminded me of an old lady clutching her pearls. “God’s thumbs, Miss Greenberg! Why would you think I had dead people in my hall closet?”

My primary concern is that she is a woman who may not be entirely normal.

And you ARE normal?

“Thank you,” he said, his voice strained. His eyes never left my face. “Cassie likes this shirt. I will take one in every color.”

“Unfortunately, all I can do is somewhat involuntarily conjure fruit when I’m nervous.”

“Cassie likes this shirt. I will take one in every color.”

But you probably already do, as you took out the recycling several times in the two weeks we lived together and you are so warm and friendly with everyone

Kids see the world and live each day without fear because they don’t yet know what they have to lose. I see the world and live each day without fear because I know all too well there’s nothing left for me to lose.

The Collective’s sires had turned me, and most of the other people in my village, into the vampires we ultimately became, changing the trajectory of my existence forever.

“Since the night we met?”
“Yes.”