“I could think of a hundred things I'd rather do than follow a possible murderess and the ghost of her victim.”

“Solange looked enthralled, manic. Deadly. So I did the only thing I could think of.I threw a snowball at her head.”

“You were at the party on Friday night, weren't you?" I didn't mentioned I'd followed him into the woods.He leaned back in his chair, his legs sprawled out. His boots nudged the bottom ruffle of my skirt. "Aye."Aye? Seriously? Could he be any hotter?Unless he had been looking for his girlfriend at the party.Not hot."I was supposed to meet my cousin," he elaborated, "but I didn't find her,"Hot again.”

“Solange and all her irritating brothers could get themselves killed without me. I deserved to be part of their clandestine plans. I'd earned it. And I was sure they'd need a human touch at some point. And if they asked Hunter to help instead of me, I'd stake every last one of them myself.Mom says jealousy is unattractive.So's a broken nose.I'm just saying.”

“My brothers are idiots.Anyone can see that under the scars and the attitude, Isabeau is more fragile than she looks. And as a reclusive Hound princess, her first introduction to the royal family shouldn’t be a dose of Hypnos and four idiots gawking at her.If I’d managed not to gawk, they sure as hell could have. She was beautiful, fierce, and utterly unlike anyone I’d ever known.It was really hard not to gawk.Much better to pace outside her door with one of our Bouviers sitting at the top of the stairs watching me curiously.“This sucks, Boudicca,” I told her. “I don’t think we inherited Dad’s diplomacy.”She laid her chin on her paws. I could have sworn she rolled her eyes.”

“I knew damn well if Lucy broke up with me I'd still love her until I turned to dust.”

“I’m just trying to do the right thing. I’m a vampire.”“Duh.”“And you’re not.”“Again: duh.”“I could hurt you. I could lose control.”“If you were anyone else, I’d have kneecapped you by now.”