What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?

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

Reth laughed. I punched him. It hurt. Me, not him, unfortunately.

Reth looked exasperated. “When is something ever not wrong in your life?” I frowned. “That’s my line.

Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!' 'Tasey!' I counterd 'Hot pink and sparkly!

I scooted over, patting the bed next to me. "No such luck. And now you get to watch forty straight hours of Easton Heights with me!" He turned on the first disk, shaking his head, then got onto the bed next to me. "Small price to pay for getting to hold your hand." I wasn't cold anymore.

Any other iron on you?” he asked impatiently. “Just my tongue stud.” His look was a mixture of curiosity and horror. “I’m kidding, you idiot. Let’s go.