When Ember heard of Tate’s falling out with Taylor, she knew the emotional boy would help her get her fix. He could help her and she could help him. She knew very well the boy had darkness lurking within him, which made Ember instanteously hungry for the evil he habored. She...
Ember stood admiring the flame before speaking, absentmindedly running her fingers over it. "You made the first mistake, Tate," she told him as the boy shut the lighter on her, "Forget what you think is right, don't tell the truth, don't tell anyone anything. Darkness has a way of spreading, and it scares the weak." She pulled a cigarette out of her pocket, holding it out for the boy to lite. "Now, we're going to reinvent someone. We're going to burn down someone's cradle, someone's trap. Any suggestions, blondie?"
