All right," I managed to say, just before I crumpled to the floor. "Let's see what you've got.

Our gazes locked, so much passing between us. In those moments, I wasn't in a tent with him, on the run from those who regarded us as villains. There was no murderer to catch, no Strigoi trauma to overcome. There was just him and me and the feelings that had burned between us for so long.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

Tradition or not, I sometimes thought putting children on an old guy’s lap was already creepy enough. We didn’t need to mix alcohol into it.

You’re killing me here, Sage!” “I’m not doing anything.” “Exactly my point.

Even now, despite Angeline's watchfulness, she'd occasionally oscillate between random topics, like how shepherd's pie wasn't a pie at all and why it was pointless for her to take class in typing when technology would eventually develop robot companions to do it for us.

A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it.