My heart lifted, and a matching grin curved my lips. He wanted to see me again. Maybe he really did like me after all. I felt like doing a happy dance, but of course, I was way too cool for that. I'd at least wait until I got back to my hotel room, alone, where no one would see.

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.