I'm sure. But it doesn't work with me. for one thing, you won't look me in the eye. As for the other...I don't know. I can just tell.

But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.

If we could manage any sort of trust again... Well. That would make me happier than you can imagine

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas.

It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled. "I suppose that's fair." He drew in on the cigarette and let out the smoke. "Some women think they make me look sexy." "I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line." He choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak.

You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.

You’re presumptuous and arrogant and a whole lot of other things if you think I’ve changed my mind.” “You see, that’s just it.” There he was again, moving into my space. “I think you like the ‘other things.