“Now's not really the time for jokes," I growled.He looked offended."There's always time for sarcasm.”

“We should talk," he said from behind me.I closed my eyes. "You always want to talk," I muttered. "But you never actually say anything with meaning.”

“[He] was alone, which surprised me. But not as much as the wicked looking knife he pulled off the passenger's seat and brought out with him. It was the kind of blade that a steak knife dreamed of becoming someday. It was bigger than a cleaver, not quite broadsword size.Drew whistled. "How many box tops did he have to turn in for that?”

“Y'know," I said, "I liked you better when I hated you.”

“Free will, so frustrating. How I despise choice.”

“Library. It's where we lock up all those books before they start giving kids ideas," I said solemnly. "Very dangerous place to be.”

“He's putting a lot of cards down on the table," Trey said thoughtfully, taking a step forward. "And Matthias is never one to share something for free if he could charge for it.""And you're not normally one to think for himself," Matthias said pleasantly. "I suppose we're all growing as people.”