Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!
You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.
Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.
Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.
Pierce made a calculating noise, accidentally brushing my knee as he shifted. "As Jenks would say, you snore nice." I smiled back unconvincingly. I snore nice. Not "I opine that your auditory nasal exhalations are most pleasing.
I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t.” (Kisten)