“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.”

“Jack made a pass at me, too. He thought my riding crop was alluring until I smacked him across the face with it." "Good Grief," I said. "Is any woman safe from him? "If I were Horace Malvern," said Emma, "I'd hide the cows.”

“I think reading is sexy.” Daemon smiled at himself.My brows inched up my forehead. ”Do you now?”“Oh, yes, and you know what else I think is sexy?” he leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. “Bloggers like this. Hot.” Rolling my eyes, I smacked his arm.”

“Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!""Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.”

“I never thought I'd land in pictures with a face like mine.”

“Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.”