“Don't even think about it, Mercer.”

“I was about to try Skill Fifteen, which involved both breaking his nose and potentially ending his chances of ever having kids, when my captor bent down and whispered in my ear, "Don't even think about it, Mercer.”

“Why, Sophia Mercer! Is that disappointment I detect with my super=special vamp powers?”

“Sophie Mercer, turning down food for homework?""Yeah,it's the new,lamer, more Britisher me.”

“See ya, Mercer."Happiness flooded through me as warm and bright as sunlight. "See ya, Cross.”

“I've heard so much about you, both from your father and from Anastasia.""Mrs. Casnoff?" Oh, God, if that's where this woman had gotten her Sophie Mercer gossip, I was surprised she'd greeted me with a handshake instead of an exorcism.”

“Superpowerful?’”He stood up, a gold chain dangling from his fingers. “Let me remind you of two words, Mercer: Bad. Dog.”