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

Note to self: Don't get on Veritas's bad side. She holds a grudge for centuries.

A hysterical human? Who hadn't seen that before?

I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?” His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten.” “Yeah, well, consider me an original.” This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment. “I always have.

You messed with the wrong white girl, motherfucker!” Tyler shouted.

This is our true tie," he whispered, his breath falling hotly onto my lips. "You're meant for me, and I will have you.

Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter you with my bare hands.