“He would have been handsome—in a serial-killer kind of way—if not for those tattoos.”

“If I were a serial killer, I would not be the kind that stabs and then eats the victim. I would be the kind that hides in a tree and shoots at the aerobics class.”

“Don't get me wrong—he's hot as hell, and in another life I would have liked to wear him as a mink coat. But when your first thought about someone is wondering whether they're some sort of handsome woodland serial killer, it's hard to build an attraction.”

“That we're not dealing with your ordinary serial killer. More the Twilight kind. And this one isn't a vegetarian.”

“You do know him, so that's a lame excuse."It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I had. "How do you really ever truly know someone?"Brit smacked her hands to her cheeks and she shook her head. "He's not a serial killer.""Speaking of serial killers, everyone thought Ted Bundy was a really charming, handsome man. And look how he turned out. Psycho."Jacob stared at me. "He's not Ted Bundy.”

“You've been quiet for awhile. What are you thinking about?" he asked, grinning at her."I was wondering if maybe you're a serial killer.”