Don't touch her," he growled. There was a note in his voice that would of scared me if it had been directed toward me. He shoved me behind him, putting his body protectively in front of mine with my back to the table. Guardians came at us from all directions,and Dimitri began dispatching them with the same deadly grace that had once made people call him a god.

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

My commentary's hilarious, not witty.

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire

Why not the Bahamas? Or the Corn Palace?

My name's Jet Steele.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.