"You could have ruined me," Desiree said quietly.
The next evening, a courier delivered a small bronze key to Desiree’s apartment. No note. No return address. Just the key, and a single embossed letter: #3. private society desiree
He set the photo down gently. "I've spent forty years acquiring things no one else can have. But I've never been known. Not really. I desired to see you fail because I wanted to know if you were human. If you could bleed like the rest of us." "You could have ruined me," Desiree said quietly
"My desire," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "is to find my daughter. And tell her I never stopped wanting her." "You could have ruined me