Chapter 8: Sam Smith: Too Good at Goodbyes
"I have nothing more to offer you, Damien," she said.
"You’re my mate," he said, stepping forward again. "You have everything to offer me. You’re the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted. Do you think that’s something I can just... walk away from?"
"And you’re a vampire!" she shouted, her composure shattering. "Your kind cannot be with my kind. It’s despicable. It’s...what would my people say?!"
Damien blinked, stunned. "My... my kind?"
"I..." Luna’s lips parted, regret already curling at the corners. "I didn’t mean it that way."
"Yes," he said coldly, "you did. What’s wrong with my kind, Luna? Do we not feel pain because our hearts don’t beat? Is that what you think? That vampires are just... monsters."
She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.
He gave a bitter laugh and looked away. "So what is it really, Luna? Is it your people or am I the one who repulses you?"
"Both."
That one word gutted him. Took the floor out from under his feet.
"The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake pairing us," she whispered.
"She doesn’t make mistakes," he said darkly. "But you clearly do."