“And what are you doing with a bloody cat, Charles? Some sort of mascot four our dear Reaper here?""Not another word," Spade snapped, getting into the car and seating the carrier on his lap."Ian, trust me--don't," Crispin said”

“Ian waited outside the airport in the arrivals lane after they collected their bags. He looked at them and his brows rose. “Where’s Denise? And what are you doing with a bloody cat, Charles? Some sort of mascot for our dear Reaper here?” “Not another word,” Spade snapped, getting into the car and seating the carrier on his lap. “Ian, trust me—don’t,” Crispin said before he threw their bags into the boot.”

“Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I’ve been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I’ve said is…an understatement.”

“Bones, what is everyone doing in here? Spade, cover up. Frigging vampires think everyone wants to see what they've got."~Cat”

“She tried to imagine what Charles would do if another man came up to him and said, "You bring me joy.”

“I'm getting as bored with dying as with everything else, he thought.'It's a bore,' he said out loud.'What is, my dear?''Anything you do too bloody long.”