That's it. Be yourself. Be Isolde Brannick, and they will have no choice but to adore you," He reached out and took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. I was too stunned to do anything but sit there, my hand limp in his.

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall?

You know, I can see more than just the future or the past."
"Really?" I asked, paging through through the papers in the file. "Can you also see the present? Because I can do that, too. Like, right now, I sense that I'm in a messy room with a total toolbox.

His voice was low, and I think he would've been hot if he weren't radiating that air of "I Am Super Evil--No, Really--And Not In The Sexy Way.

I can't say what my first thought was as I sunk below the surface, because it was mostly a string of four-letter words.

Don't worry about it," I said."Hey werewolves gotta drool, vampires gotta eat..