Strange Love ▹ Emmett Cullen
❝He could see the vein, the thin blue-green lines prominent under her pale skin. But buried slightly deeper than those veins, specifically the one in her neck, was an artery that Emmett knew the blood would gush from the second his teeth came into contact with it. Her blood would be heavenly, a crimson red champagne meant specifically for his palette. She was an exquisite creature, with exquisite blood and it was taking everything he had to stop himself from killing her right then and there.❞
They nicknamed her his singer for her blood seemed to call out only for him, and, Lord, was he was insatiable.
[TWILIGHT AND NEW MOON]
[AISLINN MONTGOMERY | B1]