No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.

Tessa exhaled. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath until that moment. Will must have heard her, for he raised his head and his gaze met hers across the clearing. Something in it made her look away. Agony stripped so raw was not meant for her eyes.

In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.

Do you even really know how vampires are made?' 'Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much.

It is a far greater thing that I do now, than I've ever done before.

You're not gay, are you?" Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.

Your plans are suicidal. At best.