Maryanne pushed her hair back. Driving the longer bits from in front of her face. "I don't think you actually want it spelled out." Which was her way of saying it was exactly what it looked like. But she was trying to keep from making it cruel. The vampire was her best friend. And she didn't want him to feel betrayed. But she also adored the ghost. He gave her things that the vampire couldn't.
She didn't think to hide the marks that were no doubt mottling her neck and shoulder. And she could see George's eyes widening.