“I think I might have blushed. Damn me.-Daemon”

“He wasa jerk. Moody. But there had been brief moments that I’d spent with him—like a nanosecond—when I thought I might have seen the real Daemon. Atleast a better Daemon. And that part made me curious. And the other side, the jerky one, yeah, that part didn’t make me curious.It sort of excited me.”

“It took me about a half an hour to weasel Daemon away from my mom.Maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about her and Will. Maybe I needed to worry about her and Daemon. Cougar.”

“He might as well have been telling me to build a damn rocketship. I had no idea what to do.”

“Daemon: I checked out your blog.Katy: Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?Daemon: In your dreams, Kitten. Oh wait, I'm already starring in those, aren't I?Katy: Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.”

“Daemon was suddenly in front of me. I took an involuntary step back. "Do you think I didn't enjoy kissing you? That I haven't thought about it every second since then? And I know you have. Just admit it."In the pit of my stomach, tight coils thrummed. "What is the point of this?""Have you?""Oh, for crap's sake, yes, I have. I do! Do you want me to write it down for you? Send you an e-mail or a text? Will that make you feel better?"Daemon arched a brow. "You don't need to be sarcastic.”