Bones smiled. “Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work.
Jeaniene FrostOdd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.
Jeaniene FrostSee?” I’d whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. “He never argues with her. Isn’t that sweet?” A snort preceded his response. “Keep dreaming, pet.
Jeaniene FrostThen, when people saw you strolling around at high noon holding your rosary beads, they’d think, ‘Well, that can’t be a vampire.
Jeaniene Frost