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61 " blood flowed in my own veins, a cruel inheritance. "
― Megan Shepherd , The Madman’s Daughter (The Madman’s Daughter, #1)
62 " It’s an experiment,” I said. “You have to appreciate that, as a man of science. "
63 " You’ll go into a coma and die if you stop taking the injections long enough. "
64 " My heart wrench a little. They were in my room but I felt like the intruder. "
65 " I’ll make you a deal. You told me and Edward to wait until London to work out our differences. You must do the same. Once we’re in London, with proper medical care, then you can play your experiment if you insist.” The clock on the mantel ticked away each long second. He was right, of course. Whatever the experiment proved, it did me little good if we were still stuck on the island. I folded my arms. “You know, I suspect you and Edward would be friends if it weren’t for this place.” His eyes were on fire. “It’s not the island keeping us from being friends. "
66 " The nail drove deeper, as if [he] was trying to drive it into my very heart. "
67 " My pounding heart stole the words to reply to that. He took my hand, kissing the knuckles gently, sending trails of fire along the length of my arm. “I’ve made you another batch of treatment. It’s in the lab.” “But Father …” “He left before dawn. He won’t be back for hours.” EVEN WITHOUT MY FATHER’S overwhelming presence, the laboratory still gave me chills. "
68 " You look beautiful. Like one of the angels Milton wrote about.’‘A fallen one,maybe,’ I said. "
69 " Juliet...you looked even more beautiful when I thought I was dying. "
70 " He was a survivor, like me "
71 " Are you ready?” I nodded. The cold metal tip pressed against the thin skin inside my elbow. I held my breath. He slid the needle under the skin and my breath caught. My eyes closed. The light was dim, but he found a vein immediately. And then a painful pressure filled my arm as he injected the liquid. I’d done it every day. The routine was familiar. But this was not—this feeling of slow, throbbing pain mixed with the thrilling pleasure of his proximity. My lips parted. The new compound shot through me, making me light-headed. I gripped the edge of the table so hard the surgical instruments rattled "
72 " what about scars?” Edward asked. “What about broken bones? Your creations don’t show any signs of surgery.” “A happy accident of my banishment. The island’s isolation means there is almost no disease here. A body can heal in a matter of days if there is no risk of infection. Quite remarkable. I daresay many of my attempts in London failed solely from the polluted city air. "
73 " He hit it again and again, determined to set that bookshelf straight. Determined to do something right, "
74 " after so much wrong. "