You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.
Rachel CaineMyrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, "Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.
Rachel CaineYou okay?" he asked me. I nodded, unable to say anything that would really cover how I felt. "Then get out of the way." "Huh?" "Your legs. Please
Rachel CaineAre you in the car that's almost caused three accidents on North Vance?" Hannah asked. "Because I'm following you with my lights flashing, and whoever's driving isn't pulling over." "Let him go," Claire said. "Trust me. You aren't going to get him to stop." "Oh, God. It's Myrnin, isn't it?" "Tell that police lady to stop chasing me," Myrnin said, annoyed, from the front seat. "Really, I'm not THAT bad at this.
Rachel CaineIโm faster than the rest of you, if .. Because Iโm a vampire,โ Michael said, and it was some kind of breakthrough for him to say that. โIf you get in trouble, Iโll be there.โ โNice,โ Shane said. โIโm warming up to this bloodsucking thing, Mikey.โ โNo, youโre not.โ โOkay, no, Iโm not, but right now letโs pretend I am.
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