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.

It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

I stared at him, unable to believe this was happening. That he could just disappear, along with everything rich and strange he’d brought into my life. Vanished, like magic.

They don’t eat that much.” “In comparison to what? Starving marines?

The Lord Protector and his hair got off the elevator.

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

I started to duck under the spears, only to have the two vamps on the other wall suddenly appear in my face. Or, at least, their crotches did. Another day, I would have made a cute remark about heat and leather jock straps, but I wasn’t feeling real cute right now.