“Aww, did we masturbate through the tears last night?”

“Though we were curfew-free- I'd told Mom I was spending the night at Mel's after our double date, and Mel had told Mrs. Warren that she'd be home "whenever my happy ass walks through the door"- I was nervous about tonight.”

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t sleep in that cave,” Mari said as MacRieve led her out into the night.“Because my cave’s better than their cave.”

“Last night, Dixon had suggested combat boots in place of Carrow’s own—her two-thousand-dollar, gathered-leather, over-the-knee boots. “Do you want me to go in as an enchantress or a warrior?” Carrow had asked testily. “Pick a caste, any caste, mortal. I myself think I have the best chance as an enchantress. And fuck-me boots are standard-issue.”

“What'd you want to talk about?""Just to commend you on your revenge last night. It must have been fiendish. Of course, I can only imagine since there wasn't a mark on Chase this morning, only residual bliss.""He heals fast! I whaled on his face. Must've been thirty hits."Natalya's lips quirked. "You're glowing like a Lite-Brite.""Shut it, fairy.”

“What’s your name?”“What do you want it to be?”“Are you a vampire?”“Not the last time I checked.”

“This was full when I left. Demon, did you eat some of my toothpaste?”