Christine Feehan Quote

A block from his hotel, Gary cleared his throat. I thought you said going back to my room might be dangerous. Life is dangerous, Gary, Gregori said softly. You are , remember? Savannah’s laughter rang out, rivaling the jazz quartet playing on the corner. Heads turned to listen to her, then to watch her, stealing away the attention of the audience gathered in a loose semi-circle around the quartet. She moved in the human world, completely comfortable in it, a part of it. Gregori had walked unseen, and that was how he preferred it. She was dragging him into her world. He could hardly believe he was walking down a crowded street with a mortal with half the block staring openly at them. I didn’t know you knew who Rambo was, Savannah said, trying not to giggle. She couldn’t imagine Gregori in a theater watching a Rambo movie. You saw a Rambo flick? Gary was incredulous. Gregori made a sound somewhere between contempt and derision. I read Gary’s memories on the subject. Interesting. Silly, but interesting. He glanced at Gary. This is your hero? Gary’s grin was as mischievous as Savannah’s. Until I met you, Gregori. Gregori growled, a low rumble of menace. His two companions just laughed disrespectfully, not in the least intimidated. I’ll bet he’s a secret Rambo fan, Savannah whispered confidentially. Gary nodded. He probably sneaks into movie theaters for every old showing.