Each other. Our bodies. Our minds. Marissa is sweet against my mouth. My body. I didn't check in. I simply broke into one of the rooms. There is no credit card I can use that la famille wouldn't track. Plastic leaves a trail. Cash stands out. There is no easy entrance. When Marissa was out cold in shock from the sight of the men I killed, I took the time to lift the plates from their car and put them on my own. I kept my originals in the trunk. By this time, I presume everyone is after us now. But for different reasons. They will disappear Marissa. And me. In the meantime, I will partake of her. But not in the way she thinks. As brutal as I've been in the past, I will now be tender. Both the novelty and irony are not lost on me.
