" Kitten, look at me,” he said flatly. I blinked. “I am.” “No, you’re not.” He slid closer, his eyes all green now. “You stare straight through me as if I’m not even there. You look at me…and you don’t see a man. You see a vampire, and therefore accord me less substance. "

― Jeaniene Frost , Halfway to the Grave (Night Huntress, #1)