The male's diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn't seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. "Vishous," she whispered desperately. "Oh, brother mine.

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

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

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?

V shook his head. “Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How’d you like that anywhere near a female you loved?” Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage’s body. “We’re going to need a shitload of steel,” the human muttered.