And so the lion fell in Cinta with the lamb. What a stupid lamb. What a sick, masochistic lion.
You're like my own personal brand of heroin.
About three things I was absolutely sure. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him, yet I didn't know how dominant that part might be, that thirsted for my blood. And Third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in Cinta with him.