“Hey, what are we going to get Margo for her birthday?" I ask."I know what to get her.""What?"Dani looks around, and then whispers in my ear. "A spell to remove the stick from her ass.”

“Like lets hear some big freaking initiation details! How'd it go?" Z asks. "Are you feeling more womanly? Or more witchy?""Well, Sascha would probably say I'm feeling more bitchy than usual, but..." Margo pauses, as all of our eyes go wide.I think we're amazed Margo is a little more self-aware than we might give her credit for.”

“A good hunter keeps her distance from non-coven people," she says with a touch of ice in her voice - doing a dead-on imitation of Mrs. Keyes."A good hunter keeps herself chaste," Z adds."A good hunter will explode from lack of contact with the opposite sex," Sascha deadpans.Margo shakes her head in disgust. "A good hunter will cut the crap and do what she's suppose to do.”

“Do you know the best way to get your body heat back?" Ethan asked her as he looked her in the eyes and stroked her glossy brown hair. “The way to warm up is to lie next to another person. Naked.”

“So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?""Like what?""I don't know. What do you like to do?""Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast.""That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast.""That works out, doesn't it?”

“We found Trent and pulled him off the leggy girl. “Trent, it’s time to get home before your parents realize we snuck out.” I said. “What?” he asked confusedly. “Plus the bouncer found out we were sixteen and he does not look happy.” Logan added. The girl froze, “You’re sixteen? What the hell. You little perv, you’re going to pay for this.” Trent sputtered, “What? No.” Logan looked at her all doe eyed innocence and said “Sorry Ma’am, we have to get home now because it’s past our curfew.” Trent stood open mouthed in shock but his eyes were shooting murderous rays. So many death glares, so little time.”

“Jae Smith is Nightwatch and I have her! Ha! I know where she lives, where she hangs out, and her blood type! Man, I am a dinkum stalker!"Jeremy sat up, intrigued."What stalker site did you go on?" He asked wonderingly asJacob shoved clothes into a bag and grabbed a few protein bars from his dusty, sticky nightstand."Facebook. I have to get to San Francisco.”