I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.

Wow," Liv said, when I dropped the mallet back into the drawer. "That looked like fun. I call dibs on the next over-the-top destruction of evidence.

Wow. What would you do if I said I was angry?' 'I would make fire rain from the heavens to smite your enemies with the flames of our shared rage.

You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.

Exactly what part of that is supposed to make me feel better?" Though, honestly, hearing that she was jealous of me did make me feel a teeny, tiny bit better.

Standing, I turned to face my father. “It’s the same as the scent on Moore. It’s definitely a foreign cat, but it’s...more, somehow.” Ethan snickered at my unintentional pun, but I ignored him.