Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tries to kill me, thinking I'm Ku'Sox. Al stops her, saving my life. And now we're all going to have s'mores together?

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.

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.

Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.

I sighed. "And what am I to you, Al?" "My maid," he said brightly. "Shall we do this?

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.