“I arched an eyebrow at her.She made an awful sound. "God, you're already Mrs. Sullivan.”

“I mean, who does that? Who touches someone’s hair and pronounces they have magic?” “Darth Sullivan.” “Darth goddamned Sullivan.”

“Darth Sullivan”

“You have to call Darth Sullivan your 'Liege'?"I grinned. "Only if I expect him to answer.”

“Sullivan may have a heart of coal, but I bet he looks really good in orange. And stripes. Rawr. - Lindsey”

“Let’s just remember, Sullivan, that I want you for your smoked meats and your smoked meats only.”He barked out a laugh. “Touché, Sentinel.”

“Margot winked at her. “Every so often, we gather together. We take a little time—a little cathartic time—to vent about those quirks that drive uscrazy.” Elbows on the table, I leaned forward. “So, which of the quirks are we talking about?” “First item on the list—the raising of the eyebrow.” To demonstrate, she arched a carefully sculpted black brow of her own, then peered around at each of us.”