“I could always give you a teaser. You bookish people love teasers, don't you?”

“What are we going to do kitten?”My toes curled at the deep octave of his voice. "I don’t know."“I have a few ideas.”I cracked a grin. “I'm sure you do.”“Wanna hear about them? Although, I'm much better at the show part rather than the tell.”“Somehow, I believe you.”“If you didn’t, I could always give you a teaser.” He paused, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “You bookish people love teasers, don’t you?”

“The TeasersNot but they die, the teasers and the dreams,Not but they die, and tell the careful floodTo give them what they clamour for and why.You could not fancy where they rip to bloodYou could not fancy nor that mudI have heard speak that will not cake or dry.Our claims to act appear so small to theseOur claims to act colder lunaciesThat cheat the love, the moment, the small fact.Make no escape because they flash and die,Make no escape build up your love,Leave what you die for and be safe to die.”

“Because we don't have much time together, I will give you as much love in a year as I could give you in a lifetime.”

“I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.”

“Responsibility sucked rocks. Until a few months ago, I hadn’t been responsible for anything more than color-coordinating my wardrobe. But foil one vampire vixen bent on world domination and suddenly people expect all kinds of things. Some days it just didn’t pay to wake up dead. (teaser from ReVamped, coming September 1st)”