Booyah, I will summon the ninja. Oh, and take a lunch break while we burgle." "You're going, too?" "Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?" "No, I was just thinking you're a little, uh, recognizable, maybe?" Eve batted her thick eyelashes. "Why, thank you, sweetie. That's the nicest insult I've had today, not counting the jock who said he'd date me but he had a restraining order out for necrophelia.

He's not doing anything he shouldn't be doing, right?" "Like what?" "Like hitting on you." "Ew. No, of course not. He doesn't see me that way." Michael shook his head and went back to his coffee. "What? You think he does?" "Sometimes he looks at you a little... oddly, that's all. Maybe you're right. Maybe he just wants you for your blood." "Again, Ew! What's with you this morning?" "Not enough coffee.

Hey! Sorry, lady, but nobody's staking anybody at this party! I hung a disco ball for this.

An intriguing world where vampires rule, only the strongest survive, and romance offers hope in the darkest hours.

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

It's a good thing I've got to live with you two or I'd be putting this on YouTube later. And mocking you