Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!

He's clean," Ritchie announced. Chance wrinkled his nose with mild distaste. "Can't say the same about you. Really, man, soap is nothing to fear.

It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.

That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.

No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner.

Bath toys are reserved only for the oldest, more lethal vampires.

How can you stand touching her?” my sister blurted, staring at our clasped hands. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I seized on the change of topic. “These gloves are specialized rubber. They block the current.” Gretchen’s gaze traveled over Vlad, disbelief still stamped on her features. “Yeah, but how do you two do anything else, unless he has a special, currentrepelling glove for his—” “Gretchen!” my father cut her off. My cheeks felt hot. Don’t say a word, I thought to Vlad, seeing his chest tremble with suppressed laughter. “He has a natural immunity,” I gritted out.