You’re wearing your medal,” he said. I grazed the gold with my fingertips. “I wasn’t sure if I should, if it was dressy enough?” “You should. Consider it your dog tag.” “In case I get lost?” “In case you’re fried to ash and that sliver of gold is all that’s left of you.” Vampire tact, I thought, left something to be desired.
I think Luc was right,” he added when they were out of earshot. “I can hardly take you out anymore.” “I just took out a vamp twice my weight while wearing a cocktail dress and three-inch heels. I think I deserve some credit for that.
I swear to God, the sups in this city could have their own reality show.
That guy,” Lindsey said, “is a douche. Asterisk, I hate him. Footnote, he can suck it.
You’re so immature.” “Blue hair. That’s all I’m saying.” “Bite me, dead girl.” I showed fang and winked at her. “Don’t tempt me, witch.
Procastination can be very satisfying.′ He laughed ruefully, ‘As you pointed out, it may be a very human emotion, but there’s undoubtedly something satisfying about pretending the world is fine and you problems will keep until you’re ready to deal with them.
Now that we’ve done the tea party,” Luc said, pushing back the notepad and settling into his chair, “it’s time for our annual review of Rules You Disrespectful Bastards Never Follow.
I tried to help. They were ganging up on one of the girls. I got hit in the head.” “With a stiletto,” Jonah helpfully threw in. “She got hit in the head with a stiletto.
He wore a gray hoodie with the green Jakob’s Quest logo across the front. Dear God, I thought. The RG had a Jeff.
Ethan chuckled. “It hasn’t escaped my attention, Sentinel, that you cringe every time I mention our future.” “I don’t cringe. I only cringe when you pretend-propose.” He had a penchant for going down on bended knee – and straightening a hem or helping me with a shoe. “Nobody finds that amusing.” “I find it excessively amusing. You do realize, don’t you, that the proposal won’t always be fake?
Sullivan, just pick it up.” He glanced at me, spearing a chunk of hot dog with his fork. “My way is more genteel.” I took another gigantic bite, and told him between chews, “Your way is more tight ass.” “Your respect for me, Sentinel, is astounding.” I grinned at him. “I’d respect you more if you took a bite of that dog.
It’s your job to be worried,” I said lightly, squeezing his hand. “That’s why we pay you the big bucks. Which you are apparently going to hand over to the NAC in order to keep that car in the garage.” “Never fear, Sentinel. I will still be able to keep you in bacon.” “Damn right,” I said. “You know your priorities.” Ethan rolled his eyes and slapped me on the butt.
If you’re going to yell at me, do it in English, please. I’d like to understand the insult so I can frame an appropriately pithy response.
You were cut?” “Yeah, but I’m okay. Just a little sore.” Devilishness shined in Malik’s eyes. “What was the weapon again? Paring knife? Melon baller?” He squeezed his thumb and forefinger together. “One of those cinnamon-flavored toothpicks?
There are some decisions that we make, and some that are made for us. Sometimes you accept the path that’s offered to you, and you live the path – that life – with grace. And sometimes you push forward, and you chart your own path. That decision is yours.
Because sometimes women cry when there’s good news. Tears of relief. You know, catharsis.” His expression was utterly blank. “Haven’t you ever cried when you, I don’t know, you get a new batch of that fancy stationery you like with the watermarks on it?” He looked bewildered. “That’s what you think I’d cry tears of relief about?” “You do like your office supplies.
Hello, everyone and Probies,” Jeff said. “Especially a very healthy Merit.” “Hello, my knight in shining armor,” I said, taking a seat. “Or at least my knight with a very shiny reflective blanket.
Why the long face?” “Is there anyone who isn’t infatuated with you?” I smiled at him, with teeth. “If not, it’s because you haven’t assigned them to me yet. Mata Hari at your service. Would you like to add him to the list?” “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm.” “I don’t appreciate being handed out like a party favor.
Girl, you’re a vampire. This day and age, everything you do is a felony.
He does seem to have a lot of willpower.” “That is an understatement,” I agreed. “Tall, blond, and stubborn.