“Logan Cale: If I just had my ass handed to me by a size three, I'd be inclined to mind my own business.”

“The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.”

“Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" I snapped. "If I want to take my sister to my place of business, that's my own damned business and not any of your business." Was I overusing the word business? Fuck it. "So mind your own business.”

“But give up my business? The same business I'd built from the ground up with my own two hands and designer Louis Vuittons? The same business for which I'd sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears? Well, maybe not sweat and tears, but there was blood. Lots of blood. Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.”

“I fainted....and you ate my ass?You fed me my own ass?”

“Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing.”