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.

I’d never known that anyone could kiss in English, kiss in apologies.

More worryingly, my baby fangs were out, which usually happened only when I was perilously close to tipping over into Mr. Hyde territory. I quickly drew them back in. It didn’t help much. I still looked like Dracula’s daughter. Which was completely unfair, since he’d only been an uncle.

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

If I'm not supposed to be awake, why are you here?" I mumbled. "To be the little spoon.

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird

My lord...I can explain-," Louis-Cesare began, looking less than certain that he could do anything of the kind. Radu held up a hand. "I am sure there is a perfectly good reason why my niece is naked and tied to her bed. I am also equally certain that I do not wish to hear it".