Blay didn’t shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighter’s face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconder— like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met again… and again… and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering. “You’re welcome,” Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. “Can’t say it was all a pleasure, though.

You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.

And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.

Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about Wrath

Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their heights and smelling that wonderful cologne, part of him wanted to debate this break up until they both gave in and kept trying. But that wasn’t fair.