“Great. You want me to steal from the local thug. What a delightful way to die.”

“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.”

“Great way to impress your future brother-in-law, by the way," Kieran continued. "You look like you took a blood bath. The only thing missing is the axe. Would Dallas really let his little sister date a crazed murderer who hacks bodies in the basement? You need to change that shirt pronto. And oh, you're welcome. I just saved you from making a complete and utter fool of yourself, but don't mention it."I curled my lips into a fake smile. "Thanks. It's so nice to know you've got my back."Kieran regarded me coolly. "A hobby might help ease all that hunger. Have you ever considered fixing cars, or woodworking, or maybe a DIY project around the house?""You're getting a big laugh out of this, aren't you?"Kieran shrugged. "There's nothing on TV.”

“Just checking you’re living and breathing,” Kieran said. “Maybe we should discuss ways to keep you that way because right now I feel like strangling you. You got me into a lot of trouble with my brother.”

“I’ve been a nomad for centuries. I don’t think I’ve ever settled down in one place for longer than a few months—until I met you. When this is over I want to be near you, wherever you are. And if you don’t want me, then I’ll wait in the shadows until I’ve conquered your heart and you find me worthy of your love.”

“I thought she wanted out. We should've brought cuffs and a gag." Clare frowned. "What's wrong with you, Blake? This is a rescue mission, not a kidnapping.”

“That's all you've got for me?" I drew a long breath and let it out slowly. "You know. I might be able to get more clues from Google.”