WARNING: This story may contain mature scenes. Enter at your own risk.In a sick way, I prefer nightmares. I hate good dreams because I know when I wake up, she won't be there...Rule Number One: Keep your shit together. Love of my life: Kara Cammilla Hawthorne. Rule Number Two: Stay away from the love of your life.Last words I've said to her: Don't justify your love for me when you know it's all sorts of wrong.Rule Number Three: There are no rules. You know you'll break them anyway.Current Status: About to blow my shit apart.***CAMERON"Just... an experiment. You're an experiment," she stammered."An experiment?" Slowly I stepped toward her. Her eyes were wide, watching my every move. The pulse on her neck was pounding. "You want me to be your experiment?"She swallowed. "What do you have in mind for me?" I whispered. I placed my hand on the soft skin of her neck, gently stroked the side of it with my thumb. "I might say yes if you tell me."She closed her eyes, her body going limp. I wrapped an arm around her waist to support her. "How about I make you a deal?"
all right so i have a game for all of you.
Which book is this from.
"Forsooth, I no longer Toil in vain.
To prove that demon pox warps the brain.
So though 'tis pity. It's not in vain.
That the pox-ridden worn was slain;
For to believe in me, you all must deing."
Clue: it's from one of Cassandra Claire's books.
Good luck
