“How in the world did they just jump from politics, to a ball, and now to daimon attacks? And here I’d thought I had the attention span of an ant on Red Bull.”

“Daemon had not stayed.My smile slipped from my face.He was standing by the window, his back to me. “I got bored.”“I wasn’t even gone five minutes.”“I have a short attention span.”

“Aw, did you just fall?" "No." I rolled onto my back, wincing. "I attacked the floor.”

“I would be clapping like a seal right now if I weren’t so fucking hung over, just so you know. Inside, I am doing happy jumping jacks for you with glittery pom poms.”

“I checked out your blog.'Oh. Dear. Baby. Jesus. How did he find it? Wait. More importantly was the fact he HAD found it. Was my blog now googleable? That was awesomesauce with an extra heaping of sauce.”

“When I did show up next door, at 6:34, it sounded like World War III had erupted in the house. I’d let myself in since no one answered the damn door.“I can’t believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon!”I cringed and stopped inside the dining room. There was no way I was going into that kitchen.“I didn’t eat all of it.”“Oh, so it ate itself?” Dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake. “Did the spoon eat it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it.”“Actually, I think the freezer ate it,” Daemon responded dryly.I grinned when I heard what sounded like the empty container hitting what suspiciously sounded like flesh.”

“Oh, I was two seconds from jumping on his back and strangling him from behind… with love, of course.”