For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.

Seth moved behind me, his presence steady and reassuring. Waiting to catch me, even though I refused to fall just yet.

Vampires. Honestly, they're like children sometimes.

He used to talk to me about Russia all the time and had sworn up and down that I'd love it here. "To you, it'd be like a fairy tale," he'd told me. "Sorry, comrade. Borg and out-of-date music aren't part of any happy ending I've ever imagined." "Borscht, not borg. And I've seen your appetite. If you were hungry enough, you'd eat it." "So starvation's necessary for this fairy tale to work out?

Some rules are bigger than the universe.

"Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts."

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.