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

“Don’t you read?” I asked Nicholas, disgusted. “If you leave me here now that you’ve got Solange all safe, they’ll grab me to get to her.” Solange opened the back door and I leaped in. The car sped off . Shadows flitted beside us, menacing, hungry. I shivered. Then I smacked the back of Nicholas’s head. “Idiot.”

“I nodded. “Where’s your hunter?” She flinched. “He went home. We thought it would be best.” Her eyes went from worried to warning. “He’s under Drake protection.” “So am I, or so I’ve been led to understand.”“Of course you are,” Lucy said, her nose pressed to the window. “Misunderstanding. No big deal.”Solange quirked a half smile. “You might try complete sentences, Lucy.”“Can’t. Busy.” I was curious despite myself. “What are you doing?” “Drooling,” Solange explained fondly.”

“Chloe nodded meekly. I’d never seen her so demure.“What’s the matter with you?” I hissed at her as we followed Kieran and Solange inside.“She’s royalty!”“And a vampire, remember?”“Oh yeah.” Chloe paused. “Nope, princess trumps vampire.”“Does not.”“So does.”

“You’re being an ass.” But she tilted her head so I could continue nibbling. Centuries of her hunter ancestors rolled over in their graves.""Chapter 24”

“Her lips pursed. My palms went damp. Her fangs were out, as pointed and delicate as little bone daggers. "That’s disappointing, Solange."I was going to die because I couldn’t embroider roses on a pillow.”

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