Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!

How are you feeling?"I leaned away from him. "Gross."Aiden frowned. "Gross?""I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face in days. Don't come near me."He laughed. "Alex, come on.""Seriously, I'm gross." I put my hand over my mouth.Ignoring my protests, he leaned over and brushed my string hair back. "You're as beautiful as always, Alex."I stared at him. He must not get out much.

He returned my smile with a half grin. "So what do you blog about? Knitting? Puzzles? Being lonely?

Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.

His eyes flared a bright ocher. “You know what else I’ve been thinking?”With him, it was anyone’s guess.“I think I’m going to have to make it official. You know, me being the president of the demon horde Layla fan club.”A laugh burst out of me. “What are you going to do? Make yourself a shirt that says you’re the official president?”“And buttons. I’m totally going to make myself some buttons.

How long have you been standing there?""Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger.""He deserved it.

Your mail could've waited." Daemon followed me into the kitchen. "What is it? Just books?"Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didn't heart books didn't understand.

Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon."Daemon's grin went up a notch. "Nah, she likes my ass too much for that.

I was feeling the height of bitchiness.