You know, dulceata, there are times when I truly believe you are the most frightening person I know. Thank you?

To know Pritkin was to want to kill him, but so far I'd resisted temptation.

I’d been declared—over my loud and sustained protests—Pythia, the chief seer of the supernatural world.

He shook me, and despite it being one-handed, it made my teeth rattle. “If anything like that ever happens again. You. Leave. Me. Behind. Do you understand?” I would have argued, but I was feeling a little shocky for some reason. “I’m not good at abandoning people,” I finally said. A front-desk person scurried over, first-aid kit in hand, but Pritkin snarled at the poor guy and he quickly backed up a step. “Then get good at it!” He stomped off, limping, one shoulder hanging at an odd angle. “You’re welcome,” I murmured.

There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference.

I leaned back in my chair, stretching luxuriantly, delibrately letting my jacket fall open. Predictably, his eyes moved down my body-some things outlast even the change. I grinned and he looked away, a rueful smile twitching at his lips. I finished breakfast in peace.

You know, dulceata, there are times when I truly believe you are the most frightening person I know. Thank you?