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...
Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?
I love you." Z squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't be a tragedy, Bella.
Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.
I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.
He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they'd need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces.