“Shane padded back to the couch and flopped, sucking on his own can of soda. Eve shot him an exasperated look. “Yeah, man, thanks for bringing me one, too.” The raccoon eye make-up exaggerated her eye roll. “Dork.”“Didn’t know if you wanted zombie dirt sprinkled on it or anything. If you’re eating this week.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t drown.” His eyes warm up with his face. I smile back at him. “Yeah, that would’ve sucked.” “Definitely.”

“Hey,” Shane said from the other side of the bars. “Trade you cigarettes for a chocolate bar.”Funny,” Eve said. She was almost back to her old unGothed self again, though there were still red splotches on her cheeks and around her eyes. “How come you’re always behind bars, troublemaker?”Look who’s talking. I didn’t try to outrun the cops in a hearse.”That hearse had horsepower.” Eve got that moony look in her eyes again. “I love that hearse.”

“Samira’s guards are coming for you. You’re being summoned. Didn’t you hear the horn? Come on, they’ll be here any second looking for you.” I bit my lip to hold back a smile of my own at why we hadn’t heard the horn.“Summoning me …”“Your guess is as good as mine, now come on. Cam, for crying out loud, fix your hair.” She cocked her eyebrow and gave me the I-know-you’ve-been-messing-around look. “And you,” she shot Gavin the same look, “zip up your fly, Don Juan.” She rolled her eyes and turned for the door.”

“You sure you don't want me to bring you back something?" Her eyes moved in the direction of his office. "A hit man? Some holy water?”

“I can't wear a man's jacket with a ball gown." She rolls her eyes at him, sighs. But thanks, honey.”