“Why would someone like her be interested in a creature like me?” I bend, staring at my marred reflection in the side of Bertie‘s nickel-plated gas tank, dragging a finger down the fang of the open-mouthed snake mark on my cheek. You‘re an abomination, I hear my father say. An error. A defect. A disgrace."
Woah, is this like, Beauty and the Beast? I'm getting some serious BatB vibes. This is getting good.