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

You don't have to echo my feelings, Mencheres, but you can't talk me out of them either. I love you" Her smile was wry. "Deal with it.

You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

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

Lewis obediently stared at her, and Kira tried to make her voice sound confident. "You don’t feel anything. You’re not afraid." "I am," came Vlad’s immediate reply. "If you tell him wolves are the children of the night next, I might hurt myself laughing."

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I was going to squirt tears. How unprofessional.