My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. “Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.

Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

Ivy turned. 'He bit you on the neck?' she said, deadpan serious but for her eyes. 'Oh, then it's got to be love. She won't let me bite her neck.

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

I like the second better, but the first fits with the vampire watching what she can’t have.” I blinked. “What he can’t have,” I amended, flushing.