She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.
Kiersten WhiteAny other iron on you?โ he asked impatiently. โJust my tongue stud.โ His look was a mixture of curiosity and horror. โIโm kidding, you idiot. Letโs go.
Kiersten WhiteI still had an irrational desire to do an interpretive dance about rainbows, but it was a small price to pay for being healed.
Kiersten WhiteBud, my self-defense and combat skills teacher, was still trying to get me to learn knife fighting. "Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to nearly all paranormals!" "Tasey!" I countered. "Hot pink and sparkly!
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