Lend.” “Lend?” Raquel asked. “Yes, as in, lend me your self.” He shimmered into Raquel again. “Why not Borrow?” I asked. “Better yet, Steal?

I'd tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually.

You just can't help topping your own levels of crazy,can you?

Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?

Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.

...lying spread-eagled in the hall with only my ankle inside the room that kept me prisoner here. They really should have thought of that and tagged my neck or something.

I still had an irrational desire to do an interpretive dance about rainbows, but it was a small price to pay for being healed.