Oh, please," I rolled my eyes, "You're a leftie, Barrons." "Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmured.
Karen Marie MoningI wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.
Karen Marie MoningBarrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.
Karen Marie Moning