He shifted his weight, throwing his good leg off the bed as if he were going to try to stand. “What are you doing?” I demanded through the tears. “Lie down, you idiot, you’ll hurt yourself!” I jumped to my feet and pushed his good shoulder down with two hands. He surrendered, leaning back with a gasp of pain, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down on the bed, against his good side. I curled up there, trying to stifle the silly sobs against his hot skin.

He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm joining your crappy little renegade pack. The vampires' guard dogs.

You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .

I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. "Just in case," he muttered against my hair, crushing me in a bear hug that about to broke my ribs. "Can't―breathe!" I gasped.

Ready to be humiliated, Wanda?" Wes taunted. "You may have taken the planet, but you're losing this game.