You know, in addition to your mind-reading abilities, I may have absorbed some sluttiness from your blood.

Lewis obediently stared at her, and Kira tried to make her voice sound confident. "You don’t feel anything. You’re not afraid." "I am," came Vlad’s immediate reply. "If you tell him wolves are the children of the night next, I might hurt myself laughing."

Just because some of us make a mistake in love once doesn't mean we're doomed to repeat it.

Tate grabbed me, hugging me so hard, I knew I'd have bruises. He was probably unaware of it, not having had much time to get used to his new strength. I pushed at him, "Tate...you're squeezing me too hard." He let go of me so fast I almost staggered. "Oh Christ, I can't do anything right!

There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.

We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled. Is he still there?

If you introduce yourself to anyone as Mrs. Dracula, I'll bite you in a manner you won't enjoy.