And why is Heather wearing pink? Come on, people."Heather rolled her eyes and disappeared back inside the tent, reappearing a minute later with a dark gray T-shirt on."Better?" She cocked her head at tristan."Yes. You've just extended your life by at least an hour.

I’m not immortal. I’m totally killable.” She sucked in a breath as her pitch rose. “And I’m blond. Blonds always die first.

Raven made a face at the blood that now stained her fingertips. She wiped her hand on his jeans until the blood was all gone.Gabriel watched her with narrowed eyes and said, "You look old."Heather's mouth fell open.Good God. Don't anger the crazy lady.Raven slapped him, hard. "That's what happens when your supply of fountain water starts to run out and you have to dilute it. You age. Magic can only do so much.""Sucks to be you," Gabriel said.Clearly, he did not value his life.

Sucking in air, Heather said, “Fluffy—Mrs. Allen’s ferocious dog—chased me all the way down Pine Street trying to tear me to shreds with his razor fangs. I barely got away.”Scarlet scrunched her face. “Isn’t Fluffy a Chihuahua?”Still panting, Heather said, “Yes. A demon-possessed, human-eating Chihuahua.

Wha—what was that?” Heather lifted a brow. “What was that 'hey bro, make sure the blond chick doesn’t cut any body parts off' look? Because I’ll have you know, I’m an expert with butcher knives.”Tristan pointed at the weapon in Heather’s hand. “That’s a machete.”Puckering her lips, Heather looked at the blade. “Aren’t they the same thing?”“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that. Everybody ready?

B-T-W," Heather said. "What's with the death wish?""What are you talking about?""I'm talking about provoking the wicked witch of the west. You look old? Are you trying to get us both killed?""She does look old. Or at least, older than she used to.""It doesn't matter! Two things you never comment on when it comes to girls: their age and their weight. That's male survival 101. Come on!

So..." Heather nodded slowly. "We're still here.""Yep. I think your team of SWAT guys got lost. Probably looking for their shirts."She made a face at him. "You're effing hilarious.""I try.

A little heads up would have been nice.Hey Heather, since we're history partners and all, I figured I should tell you I'm a murderer. But I'm hot so it's okay.From now on, Heather was going to do background checks on all her buddies.