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 CaineBut that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?" Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?
Rachel CaineAnybody else think that was weird?โ Shane asked as they got into the car. Eve sent him an exasperated glance; the three of them were, of course, in the backseat. Amelie had the front, with Michael. โYa think? In general, or in particular?โ โWeird that we got through the entire thing, and I didnโt have to hit anybody.โ There was a moment of silence. Michael said, as he started the car, โYouโre right, Shane. That is strange.
Rachel CaineHow can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.
Rachel CaineThere's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!" Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?
Rachel CaineMorely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt
Rachel CaineI knew weโd wear them down,โ Eve said. โAfter all, we really are amazingly cool.โ And now it was Eveโs turn for the high five with Shane. โFor a bunch of misfit geeks, slackers, and losers.โ Which one are you?โ Shane asked. She flipped him off. โOh, right. Loser. Thanks for reminding me.
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