Nah, you always look good. As for me … well, it's hard to explain. The auras are getting to me. There's so much sorrow around here. You can't even begin to understand. It radiates from everyone on a spiritual level. It's overwhelming. It makes your dark aura downright cheerful.

If she just wanted to come home at night to eye candy with good hair, I could probably be that reasonably well.

Dierdre the counselor must not have had much of a life, because she scheduled our next appointment on a Sunday. I wasn't so thrilled about it, seeing as it wasn't just my day off-it was also the day my friends had off. Orders were orders, however, so I grudgingly showed up.

It's worth it. It's worth giving up the sun and magic.

It was impossible to get the Dimitri and Tasha thing out of my head, but at least packing and getting ready made sure I didn't devote 100 percent of my brain power to him. More like 95 percent.

Whereas Angeline's antics made me want to pull out my hair sometimes, Trey found them endearing.

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?