Phones on, and stay alert,” Luc said. “And tell Jonah we said hello.” “Lucas,” Ethan politely said, “kiss my ass.
You’ll be careful out there?” Ethan asked. A line of worry appeared between his eyes. “I will. But we’re just going for pizza. And Luc knows where I’ll be, just in case of a zombie apocalypse.
I’d seen Ethan walk through smoke and ash before, emerge through a cloud of magic and fire. We’d been lovers then, when I’d thought him dead. But we hadn’t loved. Not like this. Not like we did now. I’d grieved when he was gone, but this would have killed me. Because now he was my eternity.
Tu ne peux pas avoir peur du noir, tu sais. Ce n’est pas envisageable pour un vampire.
You didn’t have to adjust under the watchful eye of Gabriel Keene.” “You’re right. I only had to adjust under the watchful eye of Ethan Sullivan. That was an utter cakewalk.
The supernatural threat is my boot up his ass,” Lindsey muttered.
He wants you,” Lindsey said. “Physically and otherwise. Maybe you only need to remind him that you can handle yourself.” “How?” “Girl, you’re the Sentinel of this House, and you’ve been trained by Catcher and Luc and Ethan. He’s in the training room right now. Get down there and kick his ass.” I smiled slyly. Now, that was a plan that made sense.
I hated him at first,” she said. “And I think you did, too. He was overbearing, and he didn’t sympathize with your situation. And then you let yourself be vulnerable, and then he invited another girl to your House. And then he took a stake for you, and he proved himself.
I managed to move a fallen angel off his target and sweet-talk a cop into giving me back my sword.
And so it began, I thought, the first wave of a revolution against oppression, fought with corn syrup and chocolate.
As Morpheus would say, quit trying to hit me and hit me.
Write down the things you wish to remember, and keep those records close. Secured. It’s surprising how much you forget as the years go on.
Death waits for no vampire. – Ethan Sullivan I like bacon. – Merit.
Life was a smorgasbord!
And you punched him in the restaurant?” I grinned. “No, I punched him when he told me my only purpose was to bear his children and then stuck a hand up my shirt.” Patrick grinned. “You land the punch?” “Broke his nose.” “Good.
You and Ethan had some kind of something?” “You’re fishing. And we didn’t have something or anything. We’re just bummed it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m spending it with you guys.” “Yeah, well, tone down the magic. You’re giving me split ends.
There’s an entirely new world opening up for you right now. A dangerous and occasionally sickening and cruel world, but a world filled with Cajun bounty hunters and lively conversation about peanut butter.” “You do make it sound so glamorous, what with the peanut butter and all.
We were friends because we were connected together, because something in our souls called to each other, understood each other.
Sullivan may have a heart of coal, but I bet he looks really good in orange. And stripes. Rawr,” she said, curling her fingers like a cat.
How are you finding vampiredom?” “If it were a house,” I answered after some serious consideration, “I’d call it a fixer-upper.