Death waits for no vampire. – Ethan Sullivan I like bacon. – Merit.
Why did everyone keep demanding “evidence” and “facts”? I swear, cop and courtroom dramas were ruining the good name of gut instinct.
He wasn’t supposed to know at all, but he certainly shouldn’t find out from her.
It’s not about how easy or hard they are to manage. It’s about keeping out people who require management. I prefer a drama-free existence.
Of course I have a sly plan. I am a Merit, after all.
Anger isn’t merely for the old,′ Ethan pointed out. ‘Even the young can face misery tragedy, and twist sadness into hatred.
Immortality affords you the opportunity to witness history in the making. Humanity’s triumphs and its cruelties, both. It is both a high price to pay and a priceless gift, to carry the weight of that knowledge.
You are heart and recklessness and fire. The drama just came along for the ride.
Doubt was a debilitating, frightening thing.
His lips so soft, yet so stern, he pressed his mouth to mine. “I will have both of you,” he said. “My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be.
I also used to think only he could trigger the connection between us. Apparently, he’d just been ignoring me.
The thumbs have been pricked, at least proverbially.
Ethan arched an eyebrow and began to lean in... Then he reached around to pluck something from the table behind me. When he pulled back, folder in hand, I rolled my eyes at my reaction. The man just unbalanced me.
I knew the point wasn’t the victory, but pulling yourself together and crawling your way back. That was life.
Ditto,” Ethan said, a surprising amount of venom in his voice. I bit back a proud smile; he seemed to be adopting a little of my snark.
Dear God,” I said, dodging a pair of zombie cheerleaders to cross the busy pathway to the “Hunkiest” table, staring down at the assortment of pink, white, and pale blue panties, Ethan’s green eyes staring out from the front triangle.
Ethan scrubbed his hands over his face. “I hate it when you’re right.” I bit back a grin that only would have gotten me into trouble, and let my mouth do it for me. “Then you must hate me often.” I disappeared into the bathroom before Ethan could throttle me.
Maybe the kind of guy worth your time is the kind of guy who’s there from the beginning. Who wants you from the beginning.
Don’t be silly. Vampire humiliation is like fine wine. It should be shared between friends.
And he is at his best when he is with you. That, I think, is the best kind of love. Love doesn’t guarantee happiness or wealth or success. But if you’re willing to commit to it, to work at it, it guarantees partnership. So that no matter the trials or tribulations, no matter the joy or loss, you are not alone.
As we left the kitchen, I asked, “Can I hold your sword today?” Catcher glanced back over his shoulder and lifted a brow. “The sword,” I corrected. “The sword.