Shouldn't that be flipped right-side up?" I asked. "No," she said, eyes on the cards. After several moments of heavy silence, said, "You will destroy that which is undead." I waited about thirty seconds for her to continue, but she didn't. "Wait, that's it?" She nodded. "That's what the cards say to me.

Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even.

What happened? Did a house fall on your sister?" I asked. Maybe there was a benefit to our language barrier. She pursed her lips. "You can't stay here much longer," she said. My mouth dropped open. "You...you speak English?" She snorted. "Of course.

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.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?

I hoped Lissa remained the only one with a surprise sibling.

Also, I didn’t trust any guy who used more styling products than I did.