“You're full of contradictions, Ms. Wallace." I looked up at him and arched a brow. "I'm a girl. That's part of the job description, Mr. Maxfield.”
“Well, Ms. Fontaine, you look damn good for a dead woman."Her response was to narrow her eyes, arch a brow. "If that's some sort of cop humor, I'm afraid you'll have to translate.”
“You're more trouble than you're worth." "I'm a girl. That's my job.”
“I’m so sleepy.” “My beautiful girl, dawn nears. And all good vampires are to bed.” She eased up, arching a brow at him. “Then you’ll stay awake.”
“Daemon arched a brow. 'Are you feeling me up, Kat? I'm liking where this is heading.”
“One dark brow arched. "You're getting the fuck-me look and thinking about Arnoldo? Do I have to kick his ass now, too?"Chapter 11 pg. 193”