Do not stay a second longer, Clara! Get you skinny ass out of this death trap of a car right now! I urge myself to get out of Lucas' car before I lose the last shred of self control.
Agreeing to 'date' my mate this year might have done wonders to my heart, and given even more energy to those crazy butterflies currently residing in my stomach, but it also did severe damage to my thirst, or hunger, or whatever you want to call it.
I had mastered extreme self control and could go on for a very long time without drinking blood, as part of my Royal training. You can't have an unhinged princess who will jump across the table and suck the blood out of those who she is carrying out diplomatic duties with, right? Or a Queen for that matter... so I basically was trained from a young age to have g
