Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor

The clock struck eleven and cat the vampire huntress was on the loose, except my battle armor was a push-up bra, curled hair, and a short dress. Yeah, it was a dirty job, but I was going to do it. Come one, come all, bloodsuckers! Bar’s open!

Care to see your room?” -Bones Let me guess—it’s that smashed‐up car right over there." -Cat

I was slumped next to him. He didn't pay any attention to me, but kept snickering as he drove. It was annoying. I had PMS and a test this morning. Boy, had he picked the wrong girl.

You're the light I can never have and I'm the darkness you'll never succumb to.

Isn’t he gorgeous?” With those rolls, the wet-sounding grunts, bulbous wiggly tail, and smashed face—not to mention the fart the dog let out once he situated himself—he was gorgeous in a way that only a parent could appreciate.

Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.