Claudia.
Now, I know the reason why you don't dig up old ghosts. It comes back to haunt you. Just as it was haunting Marcellus, I was hurting too. I am a romantic, my mother told me I give my heart away too easily, and I might get hurt. To see him shattered like this only made things worse for me. I didn't know how to console him? How do you console a man who hasn't met anything true for a long time? Just pain. I think the question should be what was really haunting him? The fact he killed her or the fact he loved her, and he ended up in her bad books as much as she did? I began to direct every thought towards myself. What if he was quick to kill me too if something happens? Maybe I was framed because I knew I would not intentionally commit a crime against him. The mate bond between us was becoming stronger, and it was difficult to resist him, the heat was going to set us ablaze soon.
