The most temptation I'd experienced had been with Tomas, the Senate's spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.

You love me?" He just looked at me for a moment. And then he reared back his head and laughed, a rich, mellow sound, unreserved and unashamed. " No, not at all. I regularly battle gods for women I dislike!

Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.

Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.

Then why are you getting dressed?” “Maybe I don’t like being the only naked one in the room,” I said sarcastically. And immediately regretted it. “That is easily remedied,” he told me, and pulled off his sweater.

We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.