“Elena wondered if Michaela was waiting to be served. Snorting inwardly at the idea, she poured her own coffee—and, because she was feeling generous, and okay, maybe because she wanted to irritate Michaela—Raphael’s as well. Then she put down the carafe.”

“She knew it should bother her more, being evil and all, but after she put on a little mascara and some lipstick and poured herself another cup of blood-laced coffee, she found that she was okay with it.”

“Moira’s made contact.” He grimaced. “She wants a pair of strap-on wings for some strange reason.”Robin shuddered delicately.“She also has a plan.” Jaden gave Robin a mock sympathetic look. “Be afraid.”Robin sighed and followed the vampire. Perhaps assigning the Blackthorns to watch Michaela hadn’t been his best idea. The thought of Michaela and Moira conspiring together had his gut clenching in terror.”

“She wondered whether the books she loved consoled her precisely because they were the manifestations of her own isolation.”

“Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.”

“I'm sorry Elena. I know that you want to help, but put yourself in her shoes, everything that happened tonight was to save you and that's OK because she loves you so much. But somehow she's always the one who gets hurt.”