CAROLINE
I loved The Lord of the Rings. I had several editions of the books, I knew the movies by heart... heavens above, I even had the DVDs of the cartoon.
It shouldn't have been so damn difficult to follow the movie!
Yet, between the warmth of the blanket and Sean, who was holding me close to him ... f**k.
Rationally, I deeply hated that situation. When had I become so weak that I couldn't help being close to someone, that I felt so ... bound, so dependent on someone? How was it possible that those impulses, those needs, were getting the better of me when I knew the only thing they would bring me was pain? Even if Malcolm didn't force me to kill Sean, he would die, one day, while I wouldn't. Why did my mate have to be a mortal? Wasn't that bond meant to increase reproductive succe
