So will you meet me?” “Yeah. Sure. Where.” “Montrag’s safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.

I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.” Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—” “With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.

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

I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.