Victoria was so wrong about me. I expected them to put me first, above everyone else.I am selfish. I am weak. I am bad.And I need Jasper. I need him like I need air to breathe. Nosomehow, that clich doesnt seem quite right. Hes more like a shot of whiskey after a hard day. A burst of heroin in my burning veins.He is my drug. My ambrosia.I cant live without him.