Sixteen - Vanadine

Carine was silent as he escorted her to her flat. She would not let him hold her hand or touch her in any way and had pulled his coat around her tightly, walking with her head down.

Great job! His mind said nastily. Now she is likely to shun you as everyone else does.

Disappointment rippled through him at the thought of not being able to see Carine, or speak to her. The memory of the kiss in Elaris still played over his mind as did the feeling of her body pressed tightly against him, warm and soft, supple and ripe. His mind craved more and he would be denied the contact if she no longer wanted to see him. Physical pain carved a hollow in his chest at just the thought and he walked along beside her in the dark, hoping she would accept what he was.

A bastard hybrid of Elf and human? How can anyone accept you? You are nothing but a failed experiment, the product of rape and Carine would be far better off without you.

Vanadine tried to ignore the nasty voice within his head but it was ins