Jennifer Harlow

“If I die, I am so coming back to haunt you.”“You can even watch me shower.”

“What’s that?”“I believe it is called a Vicodin.”My mouth gapes open, and I darn near tear up. “You brought me cake and drugs? If you included Casablanca, I’d have to marry you.”

“He appears beside me and hands me the gun. Guess I’m getting used to the disappearing and reappearing act of his. I only had a slight urge to pee my pants.”

“A few machines dance in the air, an orderly has to be sedated, and suddenly you’re Freddy freakin’ Krueger.”

“Not all witches can control the elements, only a "high priestess" or as I like to think of them "uber-witches.”

“You're cute, but..."He steps away from me, and I can breathe again. "Cute?" he spits. "For centuries women have wanted me, desired me. Royals requested me by name, and you think I am cute?”