He snarled. I showed him my teeth. A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim’s. “None of that in my house!” Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper.

It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.

Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

The door swung open and Kate walked in. Her jeans and T-shirt were splattered with blood and she was carrying a severed vampire head. The T-shirt has a smiley face on it.

Other pirates leaped over the railing. One, two... seven... thirteen. A baker’s dozen. Wait, fifteen. Eighteen... Twenty-one. The odds weren’t in our favor. “Maybe they just came over to borrow a cup of sugar,” I said. Andrea barked a short laugh. Curran put his hand on my shoulder. “That’s a lot of sugar. Must be a big cake.

Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy.

The pervert." "He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant." "Semantics.