The servants must wait like ninjas for me to leave so they could render this place spotless again.

He gave the body a final kick and then turned to face me. “You and I need to talk, Kitten.” “Now?” I asked in disbelief, gesturing to the dead vampire near his feet. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now.

I stared at him in silence. There were so many things I wanted to say. Like, How could you think what I feel for you is only physical? or, Don't you know you're my best friend? and finally, Bones, I love-

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

Mencheres. Bones co-ruler, grandsire, Master vampire of incredible power, and the ally who unnerved me the most, had telekinetically held me down so Bones could boink me into submission enroute to the vampire holding cell? Sweet holy Jesus, let me have hallucinated hearing that!

It hasn't escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you're intoxicated.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?