I think so,” she [Claire] said. “Just watch your back, okay?” “Nah, Michael’s got mine.” He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes. “I’ve got yours.

Hey, Mikey? You get her hurt and I'll end you." "You let anything happen to Eve and I'll do the same," Michael said. He'd just finished kissing Eve, too. "While you're at it, don't get yourself killed, either, bro." "Ditto. And don't kiss me.

Claire. Wake up.” She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane’s shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn’t realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael’s part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn’t moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!

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

Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.