People die, Rachel," Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. "Not if I can help it," I snapped. "And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already.

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.

Plan B?' Ivy said. 'What is plan B?' Jenks reddened. 'Grab the fish and run like hell,' he muttered, and I almost giggled.

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

Like the end of a picnic, all the weenies will be roasted.

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

...Everyone had to eat, but eating people wasn't polite.