Luke's eyes were cold as he pulled me into his arms, taking a protective stance. "Who says I'm not using her? She's such a weakling, I'm afraid she'll die. I'm just fattening her up first." He really holds grudges! As I was thrown onto the bed, he coldly asked, "Do you want to sleep with me or with other zombies? Your choice." Is that even a question? How could those ugly zombies compare to him? I