“He was like a knife, all harsh angles and violent promises.”

“He just stared at me."Stop looking at me like that," I begged.Immediately he changed the angle at which he looked at me.I wanted to scream at him.”

“Forneus glared at us from the driver's seat with eyes glowing with the promise of purple vengeance.”

“He grinned. "You're easy, I like that."I didn't really have a response. I guess I was easy.”

“I actually really don't want to know," I admitted. "Up until a few seconds ago I had a lot of illusions about you being this incredible, sane guy and I'd like to keep them, but I'm not going to be satisfied until I do.""Fine then, I won't tell you."I planted my face in my palm and sighed. "It doesn't matter how crazy this is, I'm going to be thinking about it all night."He gave me a purely demonic grin. "Then I definitely won't tell you. "My eyes narrowed. "That's nothing to be proud of.""And why wouldn't I be proud of keeping a pretty girl up all night?" He chuckled and chewed on a French fry.My face and the back of my neck burned. He had to be joking. No one could say something so horrifying and then eat a French fry. Supernatural beings didn't like fast food, I was sure of it. This was all an elaborate hoax and I just hasn't picked up on it yet. It had to be, and even if it wasn't I would pretend it was. Pretend until it became true.”

“I kinda looked like a wanna-be Goth chick, or an unfortunate Persian girl in a Gothic romance who was wasting away from Tuberculosis. But that was alright. Oz had mentioned he wasn't human. He was probably into that sort of thing.”

“No, I mean I can't kiss you while you think about your brother."My grip on his shirt loosened. It did sound bad when he phrased it like that.”