Life has gotten in the way of our life.

Humans are threatened by anything different, and their response is to fight. They're bullies, picking on the weak, cowering from the strong.

When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.

And speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.

Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

Trust me, true?" Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?