Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...

I must confess. Of all of the brotherhood, he was the one I loved first and he remains the one I love the most. For me, he is just the...one.

Stop it. Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken maybe you can fix him. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus.