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

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.

Jack shook his head. "Not one of my many talents, sadly. But if you have a cherry stem I can show you a really cool one.

Streams of melting snow.

I had just lot my best friend, barely escaped having my life sucked out by a psychotic burning girl, committed treason and nearly gotten the guy I liked killed by a crazy faerie. What were hairy legs compared to that?

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.

I so owed Arianna, that undead little genius.