They don't know you're secretly a badass?

You were right,” she said. “You were always right, about everything. And I will always love you, Sam. Forever.

Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.

Shane looked faintly injured. “I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway.” There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn’t have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it.

You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane

So you’ll just kill anyone who frightens you. Who could hurt you.” “Well…yes.

I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. “Why does that feel so good?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days.” “Like calls to like,” he said. “You’re made of fire now.” “So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.