If Myrnin pokes his crazy head up before then, call me and try to keep him, you know, stable.' 'Is he UNstable?' 'I don't know, how can I tell? You're the crazy whisperer!' She had a point. Claire couldn't help but smile about that.
Rachel CaineI know, he said. We are into the Bad Idea neighborhood and heading down I Have a Bad Feeling Street. (Shane)
Rachel CaineGlad it was you and not me," Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. "Any brain damage?" "Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there's certainly brain damage," Oliver said. "It will pass. His brain's the least fragile thing about him." "You say the nicest things," Myrin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. "Marry me.
Rachel CaineDammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!โ Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. โI swear, Iโm going to start taking my clothes off!โ The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. โChicken,โ she said, and paced the room, back and forth.
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