Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.

Just so you know, I’ve trusted you since camp.

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.

Behind the fury, he was tired. He was tired of being hauled around and shoved into a little room. He was tired of trying for me and failing. And to have Minias know it, to be carted off under his leash…It was almost insulting. Maybe, if I gave Al a night of peace to lick his wounds and his pride, he would grant that same courtesy to me?