It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

Shh!" the guy beside me hissed again. "Blame him," I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. "Listen," he said, facing me again. "If you don't quiet down, I'll get security." "Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away," I said, again signaling Patch. "Tell them he wants to kill me." "I want to kill you," hissed the guy's girlfriend.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

If I missed out on some really big action, I’m going to be royally pissed off!

You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get Marcie. She likes ordering people around. She'll be a natural.