Near-death experiences release a lot of endorphins, resulting in a natural high," Tod whispered. "And it's totally true that one passion feeds another." "You know we're way past 'near-death', right?" "My endorphins aren't listening to you.

Most aspects of my training didn’t agree with me. There wasn’t as much bossing around as I’d hoped for, and there was way too much following orders.

I laughed and it almost felt good. "Is that a dig at my liquor cabinet?" Cam smiled. "That wasn't liquor, it was swill. And that wasn't a cabinet, it was a drawer.

I realized that I'd rather die with you than live with someone else.

I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.

Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?

Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.