Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.

Your mom is my sunset, and you are my dawn.

And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.” Thanatos swung around. “Death.” Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?” He snorted. “That poser.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

No bra,” he said against her mouth. “Thank you. I hate those things. Dumbest human invention. Ever.

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

I'm giving you a free shot at my blood and you're playing hard to get? What kind of vampire are you?" When Wraith just stood there, Kynan rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. My blood's eighty proof. You want it. You know you do.