“His eyes were slitted and intense, like he might need to have sex at any moment.”

“He had dirty-blond good looks to match a dirty-good smile. Yes, dirty. There was just enough twinkle in his smiling brown eyes to suggest there might be all manner of naughty-guy impulses rattling around that cute body of his.”

“I won't have any paste-related crimes laid on my head.”

“Maybe we'll have vampire prom."He shot me an appalled look. "What is this, Twilight?”

“I wouldn't let him distract me. "Your accent gets thicker when you're being...improper.""Improper, is it?""Inappropriate.""Indelicate?" He waggled his brows just before her rounded a corner, disappearing into shadows.”

“This group is known as the watchers. And to be a watcher is a woman's fortune."He said that last bit as though it was the greatest honor girls like us could ever attain. My thoughts turned grim. It was once considered an honor to be a sacrificial lamb, too.”

“You were banging hard enough to wake the dead.""And you're lovely enough to rouse them.”