She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

One shot. That was all you got. - Isaac

You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.

...Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch. It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel.

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

In the oh-my-God-this-has-to-be-Christmas silence that followed, he struggled to reorder the last six months, to catch up with this reality they'd somehow missed. He wanted her. She wanted him. Was it true?

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.