Al was looking at me in disbelief. “Not your lover?” “No.” “But he is Rachel candy,” Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked.

"I'm going back!" I shouted, standing to put some distance between us in case I was yanking her chain too hard and she came after me. "I'll show him," I said, waving an arm. "I'll sneak in. I'll steal his freaking glasses and mail them back to him in a freaking birthday card!"

Music moves society more than most people realize. In my opinion, it's a soft manipulator of influence and change.

Death and blood didn’t turn on a vampire. Fear and the chance to take blood did. There was a difference.

Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.

The warm dampness of her breath made me shiver at the mix of the familiar and the unknown, with a soft exhalation she shifted her head and her lips found my collarbone, teasingly shy of my old scar. Tendrils pulsed in time with my heart, building on the ones before to an unseen height.

Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!