Oliver . . . well. Who knew if Oliverโs problem was the disease or just a bad attitude?
Rachel CaineMichael, donโt,โ Eve said. โHe wonโt hurt us.โ Andeveryone rolled their eyes at that. Even Jason, which was borderline hilarious.
Rachel CaineI stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadnโt realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only Davidโs touch had been able to achieve. โWhy does that feel so good?โ I asked. โAnd donโt tell me itโs because weโve been shut in a room for days.โ โLike calls to like,โ he said. โYouโre made of fire now.โ โSo Iโm going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.
Rachel CaineShe was staring at you.โโ โโWhat can I say? Irresistible.โโ โโShane, itโs not funny. I justโyou should be careful.โโ โโAlways am.โโ Which was an absolute lie. Shaneโs eyes fixed on hers, and she felt a burst of heat inside that crept up to burn in her cheeks. He smiled slowly. โโJealous?โโ โโMaybe.โโ โโNo reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.
Rachel CaineOh, Claire," he said. "You think me a far better man than I am. That's kind, and flattering." "Are you saying that you -" "Doughnuts!" Myrnin interrupted her and darted away, to zip back in seconds with an open box.
Rachel CaineMorley put his hand over his heart and bowed from the waist, a gesture that somehow reminded Claire of Myrnin. It reminded her she missed him, too, which was just wrong. She should not be missing Morganville, or anyone in it. Especially not the crazy boss vampire whoโd put fang marks in her neck that would never, ever go away. She was doomed to high-necked shirts because of him. But she did miss him.
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