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.

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.

Take them off!” I told him, grabbing the front of his jeans. “Take everything off!” “I’m trying!” “Try harder!

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

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

Stercus Accidit. [barren happens]

He’s a war mage. They’re almost impossible to kill.” He scowled. “Even on purpose.