For the record, I would have made a very lousy romance heroine.
Obviously it takes eight brains to come to one decision in this crowd. Good thing they have one another.
Of all the apocalypses in all the world – she had walked into his.
Hi, you’ve reached Caitlin! I’m either on the other line or I’m purposely ignoring you. Or maybe Mrs. Mitchell confiscated my phone for texting in class again... Leave a message and if I deem you worthy, or at least hot, I’ll call you back. Mwah!
But you have to take control of your destiny. And sometimes that’s not easy.
Once bitten, totally smitten.
And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly’s wing whisking my lips.
O-kay. Kind of freaky. I’m now standing in an actual tomb, in pitch darkness, with only a vampire to keep me company. Last week if you’d sworn on a stack of Bibles that I’d be okay with all of this, I wouldn’t have believed you.
They should install elevators in this place. What if they turned a handicapped person into a vampire? Talk about your discrimination lawsuit waiting to happen.
I would have made a very crappy book heroine.
I can’t go on saving the world if it means neglecting my duties as a cheerleader.
I was dying, I realized vaguely. There was no getting out of that. The vampire author would be drained dry by a vampire. It was almost a poetic way to go.