Greatwater Lake Free and swimming in my own blood

Jonathan waited patiently, her breath growing hot against his neck as a smile came to her lips. She could tell she was making him uncomfortable, and she loved every minute of it. However his words contradicted his obvious feelings. He wanted something from her, and it wasn't her passion. Jonathan drew back slowly, smile fading slightly. He was a manipulative boy, and he was trying to use her. Use her liked she wanted to use him. Like her father had used her. Her lip quivered as a white wisp passed behind Anguta's head. She wanted to snarl at her father's ghost, to send him away. But she wouldn't dare let Anguta know that she had these visions. So she let the white ghost watch her, mock her, her smile now faded completely.

And in what way do you need me. I know a lie when I see one. So tell me the truth, why are you trying to use me? It came out sweetly, bouncily almost, however laced with malice. The whole while she never unlocked her gaze from the ivory child, his eyes were too inviting to turn down. But he was clearly not willing to be her prize. She'd had many treasures before, handsome males from all over, even a female once. But this child was to be coveted, she'd never seen one like him. Like her.