“My heart. I couldn’t make myself say the words. My heart. My weak human heart. Scarred and broken and bleeding. The one thing I had always been taught to protect above all. And yet, whatever things struggled along within my ribcage now, far beneath the Mark that my dead father left on me, was anything but protected. It had been torn apart and ripped open... How had I ever thought Vincent had given me a vampire heart. This was human.”
