"Anyone other than an anthvoke would want something from me in return. Anthvokes aren't interested in flesh." She tugged at the front of her sweat-stained tank top, briefly revealing the butterfly tattoo over her petite breasts. "Do you really want to share me with someone else?"
"Almost every week I'll have a nightmare of some sort. . . . I don't know what that says about my psychological stability, but man, have they ever provided me with material!"