After making out with Uriel, I was jumpy. He said we’d talk soon, and I was ready to leave. I didn’t give him a response because I didn’t want to make a promise I might not keep. One or two dates wouldn’t hurt, but Uriel was a good guy. He seemed like the type who didn’t date around for the hell of it. I could tell. He was looking for someone, looking for his life partner, and I knew I wasn’t it. Finding your mate wasn’t exactly in the cards for our kind anymore. It was a miracle not everyone was lucky enough to get. He was nice and even with the little time I’d spent with him; I knew he was nice. When you’ve been with the worst of the worst, you can pick out the good ones. What I need isn’t nice. It’s sick. I’m sick, but I’m too damaged to open up. I was just getting used to talking to m