She´s mine, broken or not,” he said darkly.

Get the hell away from her.” “I mean it Solange,” he said, his jaw clenching. “Get off her. Now.

Well, we can’t sit around here worrying all night. I have to do something. ”
“Why don’t you call up another vampire hunter for tea?” he suggested drily.

He went farther into the shadows to exchange his pants for the leather breeches. Too bad. When he emerged again, he looked pretty good even though it wasn’t his style. And he was lucky there were no tights, after all. He tilted his head.
'You like it.'
'Shut up.' I blushed. I hated vampire extrasensory perception. It wasn’t fair that he could hear my heartbeat or smell my skin or what ever.
'Girls are so weird.'
Kieran snorted. 'No kidding.'
'Please, you two were fighting ten minutes ago, and now you’re the best of friends?' I said witheringly. 'Guys are weird.

I´m with you, but Lucy?” He sounded dark and baleful. “Lucy´s mine.

You look like you belong in a bad comic book,” I told him cheerfully.
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“What did the Drakes do that’s got you all pissy?”
“Pissy? Did you just call me pissy?