“Here I am with a seriously hunky guy and I'm covered in demon pee. Why does the universe hate me?”

“My name is Mortimer Alexander and I am a licensed summoner.""Darn. I'd hoped you were the pizza delivery guy.”

“Were ya really tryin' to stab that demon in the ass?”Riley groaned. “No, I was aiming for its leg, and it moved. I looked like a total dork.”Not to me.”

“The guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well.That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.”

“What did ya learn from this dumbass stunt?”Here's where she was supposed to apologize, promise to be a good little girl and never do anything like this again.Screw that.Riley locked eyes with him. “I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.”

“Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?”

“Kiss my ass, demon!’ Beck whooped, and shot a first in the air.”