“Cass had a few points but, really, a vampire? Who believed in such a myth? What was Cass suggesting anyway? That I grab my rosary and head for the nearest church begging for holy water? Line my door and windows with salt? Sleep with a wooden stake under my pillow? Hang garlic bulbs from my bedroom door? Why was I even considering these options?”

“In an angry fit, my mother had called him an airhead, who couldn't find his brain even if it came knocking on his door.”

“You haven't told her?" Cass shouted. "You're the worst boyfriend ever!”

“Can't you see, Amber? Losing you would be like a stake to my heart.”

“I can still feel my legs, thanks for asking. My back’s not even hurt that badly. Only as though I was just hit by a train.”

“I rolled my eyes. I had just added jewel thief to my resume and almost got killed by some thug, and all my brother could think of was fancy umbrellas and tropical drinks on a beach.”

“The shapes inched closer. I gaped at them, trying to discern their features. "I think I see dead people," I whispered."Yep," Aidan said, smiling. "More vampire jokes. You're just fine, then. Once this is over, you and my brother will be BFFs." He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me against his broad chest. Against my better judgement, I leaned into him, strangely comforted.”