You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied.
So what? Got something against the French?

Pardon me, but there’s someone on the phone who says they have a call for you.”
There’s a call to tell me I have a call?” he asked with heavy skepticism.

I am the shee-it,” the adolescent said in a singsong voice. Then he swung around, smirking at the nearly five-thousand-year-old Egyptian vampire.
“Who’s your daddy, M?”
Far from being offended, Mencheres went over and flawlessly executed a street-style handshake complete with finger slaps, fist bumps, and a high-low finale.
“You are the shit,” he solemnly agreed

I love you. You have no idea what you are worth to me.

I missed you every minute this week and I don't want to spend another day without you. If my mom disowns me for being with a vampire, then that's her decision, but I've made mine, and I won't apologize or back down from it.

Shit. I hated her already, and we hadn’t even met.