“You shouldn’t be here,” Kate says, but she lets you into her apartment anyway. Maybe it’s because she’s a fool, maybe it’s because she’s in love.

She’s a hunter, but Kate kisses you like you’re not a vampire. It’s easier to pretend, she thinks. Both of you will be something you’re not. This’ll be the last time, but she knows she’s lying to herself.

“You really shouldn’t be here,” she whispers. She doesn’t want you to leave, though.