Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.

And sometimes when I feel that much emotion, something inside of me just snaps.

You don__ put pressure on me to be something I__ incapable of being. You accept me exactly how I am.

And when you love someone, seeing them sad also makes you sad.

Was he he handsome?" she asked with a sly smirk."Very. He is still, I think.""The devil, they say, goes about in finery.""And if you believe Beelzebub is as cunning as he is attractive, then I think we have found him.

Small-town boy meets big-time evil.