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

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

nobody could catch a vampire on a motorcycle.

Guess the honeymoon is over!" Denise muttered once we are outside. "Next I suppose I'll be sleeping in the wet spot.

Love is a terrible weakness. It gives your enemies a perfect target, clouds your judgement, makes you reckless... and that's on a good day.

I’ve heard the expression climbing walls, but I never thought I’d experience it, let alone like that,” she murmured, her mouth curling into what was probably a dreamy smile.

You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied. So what? Got something against the French?