From The Grey House:
She stood with her feet apart and her arms folded, giving him a cross look when he looked her up and down slowly. “Vincent, you may be able to lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me. I’ve known you far too long. I know how you are around women you desire. You don’t think: you just act. You were ready to drink her blood two nights ago, even though doing so would have killed her.” Her features softened as she stepped toward him. Her hand went to tangle in his hair. “You shouldn’t be alone with your thoughts. It will drive you insane thinking of a woman you want to touch and can’t.”
