You’re touching me,” I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn’t even known I had. “No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact.” “Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.

Where is Barbie?" The female shifter snickered and choked it off. "Is there a stripper pole?

Nothing kills a party like an oversize metal hedgehog.

You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.

Please, Kate. Suspend your dislike of me for a few moments and listen to what I have to say. It makes sense." "I don't dislike you. It's an oversimplification.

Did I ever tell you that you are like sunshine in the middle of the night?

Look, he isn’t even concerned.” I poured the tea. “He’s concerned, Mother. He just doesn’t panic, because he’s in charge and if he panics, everybody else will panic.” “I can jog around the room pretending to scream if you would like,” Jim offered.