Glad 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 CaineYouโre kind of a psycho. I get that.โ โI might be,โ Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. โYouโre one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.โ Claire blinked. โArchaeologist.โ Monicaโs eyes turned winter cold. โOh, youโd better start running away now.
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 CaineMyrnin to Claire: "If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.
Rachel CaineGeek cred points for trying to stump me, but sorry, you'll have to do better than that. Would you like to try anime for a hundred?" When she looked blank, he sighed. "What took it down, anime, or the Jeopardy reference?
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