"You're not going to change my mind," Arialla said at once. In truth, calling back to the scene in the marketplace only made her angrier. She knew she had lost that argument, and didn't like to be reminded of it. "You want to know what I hate about the Ascended? This."
She pulled her collar down, showing him the ugly pale scar twisting across her neck, the mark of fangs upon her skin. Indelible.
"There's always a choice," she growled. "Tell me what alternative was so desperate that you had to become a monster."
Her hands, having released her collar, fidgeted with her dress, with her leggings, with her boots. She couldn't seem to keep them still, even as she barely took her eyes off of Adam -- she didn't trust him enough to look away.
please don't take my sunshine away
