Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.

Ma'am," Magnus said, advancing. "I must counsel you not to exit the carriage while a demon-slaying is in progress.

Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.

Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

I have a fetish for damsels in distress.” “Don’t be sexist.” “Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.

with his customary crooked smile, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.

He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption