This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.

Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.

The queen was my favorite chess piece. Unlike the women I knew in real life, she was powerful. Her job was to defend her husband at all costs, because while he was weak and practically defenseless—only allowed to move one square at a time—she was the strongest player on the board, hindered by no restrictions at all.

I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

She wasn't feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?