Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven." "Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.

So do you remember this place?" "Hard to forget." he snorted. "This is where you tried to kill me. You were so nervous, you kept blushing. Never had someone try to stake me who blushed so much.

Will the real Red Reaper please stand up?

Whoever said ignorance was bliss was shortsighted.

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

I might look as average as the next person but I had a few secrets up my sleeves. And lots of knives of course.

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