One look at Rebecca and Aunt B would have an instant apoplexy. Raphael’s eyebrows furrowed. “My mother’s approval isn’t necessary.” Aha. “Does she know that?

I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods. Perfect, it will keep him occupied. In what capacity? Bait.

He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

Are you out of your mind?" It's not polite to lie to your best friend. "It's a possibility.

You're an interesting woman." "Your interest has been duly noted.

Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.

I closed my eyes. “Are you okay?” “I’m tired. My knee is hurting again and I’m trying to teleport myself upstairs.” “Um, Kate, you can’t do that.” “I know. But I’m trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?