Uh... ," Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration."I'm kidding," I said. "It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember?""Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer?"I hesitated, wondering why I was embarrassed. "Well, where do you put your elven magic?" I asked.

Plan B?' Ivy said. 'What is plan B?'Jenks reddened. 'Grab the fish and run like hell,' he muttered, and I almost giggled.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.

Why aren't you afraid of me?I've seen my death, and you're not it.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

She's not your type.Since when do I have a type?

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.