Yap, yap, little dog.

Give her the goddamn Advil, Dibs. Jesus.

I smelled like a really nice snack.

I guess since the groin is the center of a guy’s world, he rarley guesses it isn’t the center of yours.

Call them fangs, Dru. That’s what they are.

Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.

Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart?

I don’t know who I am anymore.” I expected the world to crack open and the sky to fall once I said it. Nothing happened.

I rubbed at my temple, where the zit was gone. It still hurt a little, though, deep under the skin. I hate those zits that burrow underground. You think they’ve vanished, but no, they just barricade themselves right next to the bone and hurt.

The rest of it spilled out in an incoherent jumble, but he nodded every once in a while. I liked that about him. He was so smart you didn’t have to hold his hand and walk him through everything. He could fill in the blanks on his own.