What Strider thinks of himself "He was too intense, too jaded, too warped and too...everything for most women to take for long. But so what. He was made of awesome. Anyone who couldn't see that wasn't smart enough to be with him, anyway.
Gena ShowalterWhat were you chanting when you gave me your blood?โ โMore of my vampire magic. I cast a healing spell to aid the powers of my blood.โ She sniffled, her nose stuffy. โIt was better than Vicodin.โ โVicodin?โ โA painkiller from my world.โ โA killer of pain. Did you love him?โ The words were growled.A burst of unexpected humor gave her strength. โNo. In fact, he was hard to shake. He, uh, stalked me, that kind of thing. I had to pretend he didnโt exist.โ Nicolai kissed her temple and relaxed against her.
Gena ShowalterAnya jumped in front of the man, acting as his shield. โNow, Sabin. He didnโt mean any harm. Heโs borderline stupid. You know that.
Gena ShowalterWhat's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it." "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower." My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!
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