“I told you this one’s not right in the head. I just show her my killer weapons and all she wants to do is jump my bones.”

“Dracula!” She said, turning to Daniel.He shook his head. “No, my name is Daniel.”

“That’s how Hunter law works. Max was my maker, so his stuff is my stuff.” Daniel smirked. “I’m your maker, so my stuff is your stuff. It’s my obligation to sustain you. Kinda like a parent.”“Eww! Don’t say that!”“The phrase ‘Who’s your daddy?’ suddenly gets a new meaning, no?”“Stop it! Do you want to put me off you for good?” Okay, she shouldn’t have said that. Please, please, please tell me you didn’t hear that.“Why? Are you on me?”

“Rachel did a double-take. Hunting without a permit? These people had to be joking. Were they being condemned for poaching?”

“Of course I want to bed her. A man would have to be dead and buried not to. No, I want to talk to her. I like talking to her. Dammit, the bedding part is natural. Wanting to spend time with her outside the bedchamber is not.”

“Dash knew it was selfish of him. But he wanted badly to kiss Miss Elena Barnes at that very moment. Not because he needed her gone. But because he wanted her to stay.”

“We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected.Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.”