“What?” Sammy Ray yelled back. It was like the Smith family had only one volume level.”

“He told me that if you yelled out "JAMBA!" at full volume, all the employees would yell back "JUICE!" He lied.”

“My whole life had split in two: Smith and not Smith. I liked the Smith parts of it so much better.”

“A few seconds after he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, there was a fleshly smack and then Andrew yelling, “Ouch. What in the hell was that for?” “Your timing sucks on an epic level,” Daemon shot back.”

“Maybe this is what it's like for all only children: To love the family that isn't almost as much as the one that is.”

“Understand?”“Sure.”“Good.”“’Cause I always love a challenge.”He’d caught her with that when she was halfway in the cab. With one foot in and the other still braced against the curb, she stared at him. “What challenge?”“You’re challenging me to get you back into my life.”“No, I’m not.”“Your exact words were ‘I challenge you, Bobby Ray Smith, to get me back into your life.’”“I never said that.”“That’s what I heard.” The beauty of wolf hearing. You heard only what you wanted to, made up what was never said but should have been, and the rest meant little or nothing.”