It really was unbearable….
…and it was Bonnie….
Bonnie, who had never hurt a—a harmless thing for malice. Bonnie, who was like a kitten, making airy pounces at no prey at all. Bonnie, with her hair that was called something strawberry, but that looked simply as if it was on fire. Bonnie of the translucent skin, with the delicate violet fjords and estuaries of veins all over her throat and inner arms. Bonnie, who had lately taken to looking at him sideways with her large childlike eyes, big and brown, under lashes like stars….
His jaws and canines were aching, and his mouth felt as if it were on fire from the poisonous resin.

—Nightfall, L.J.Smith
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