Only what?” I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. β€œOnly… more human.” And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. β€œGet out,” I said. ✨ Richelle Mead (2012). Succubus Dreams, p.300, Kensington Publishing Corp.

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