Sometimes, the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her. Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this: Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place? Witch: Go suck yourself. Riley: Maybe later. Meeting? Witch: Enjoy death. Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part. Witch: May I recommend a finger? Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.

Hate is too mild of a word. But it's nothing personal, I don't think.

He licked at her lips."We are going to have some amazing children. The best this world has ever seen.

Why wouldn't I dance?' Uh, maybe because at first glance he looked like he ate puppies for breakfast and kittens for lunch?

I'd stood my ground against him. I wasn't going to jump when he said jump. I was more likely to give him the finger.

The word of the day is legs. Let's go back to my place and spread the word.