What in the world is this abomination?”Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, “Adrian, is this some kind of joke?

You don't know your father, do you?”I shook my head. "No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair.”Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. "Yes. He must have.

What have you gotten me into?" I hissed at him. "Me? What have you gotten yourself into? Couldn't I have just picked you up at the police station for underage drinking, like most fathers?

Adrian ordered a martini, earning disapproving looks from his father and me. "It's barely noon," said Nathan. "I know," said Adrian. "I'm surprised I held out that long too.