Aw, sad face. I came up with that totally off the cuff. No props for off the cuff?

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.

I had to fight the urge to turn on him and level my sword at the shrunken black nugget of his heart.

You look ho-ot. Sure you don’t wanna drop this vampire business and join the Pack? We’ve got better . . . insurance.

His(Luc) eyes widened appreciatively as he took in my dress, heels, hair. “You look beautiful.”Ethan beat me to a response. “Thank you. But you should compliment Merit as well. She cleans up nicely.”Luc snorted, glanced at me. “And you don’t look half-bad yourself, Sentinel.”“Thank you, Luc. He’s just jealous. He prefers to be the arm candy.

Oh, I get it. You’re doing the girlfriend—what’s her name? Megan?” “Merit,” answered the girl at the table. “And it’s a pretty good costume.” I opened my mouth to object, to proclaim that I wasn’t doing Ethan’s girlfriend, I was Ethan’s girlfriend, and I was doing Ethan.

I accept that he has a past. I wasn’t a saint before we met.” She slid me a glance. “I wasn’t.” “You were a nerdy English lit student; you were as close as it gets without beatification.

I believe I’ve got it covered,” Malik said with an admirably straight face and smooth tone. “But I wouldn’t mind taking a break before getting to the next round. Grabbing a bite to eat.”Ethan glanced at me, questioning eyebrow arched. Have you infected him?You’re hilarious, I said.

I glanced mildly at Lindsey. “Did you spike his blood with caffeine?” “Die Hard marathon was on TV last night,” she said. “He’s been weaponized since then.