J.R. Ward Quote

Mr. Normal stepped forward and offered him a Scotch bottle. You look like you could use some. Yeah, you think? Butch took a swig. Thanks. So can we kill him now? said the one with the goatee and the baseball hat. Beth's man spoke harshly. Back off, V. Why? He's just a human. And my shellan is half-human. The man doesn't die just because he's not one of us. Jesus, you've changed your tune. So you need to catch up, brother. Butch got to his feet. If his death was going to be debated, he wanted in on the discussion. I appreciate the support, he said to Beth's boy. But I don't need it. He went over to the guy with the hat, discreetly switching his grip on the bottle's neck in case he had to crack the damn thing over a head. He moved in tight, so their noses were almost touching. He could feel the vampire heating up, priming for a fight. I'm happy to take you on, asshole, Butch said. I'll probably end up losing, but I fight dirty, so I'll make you hurt while you kill me. Then he eyed the guy's hat. Though I hate clocking the shit out of another Red Sox fan. There was a shout of laughter from behind him. Someone said, This is gonna be fun to watch. The guy in front of Butch narrowed his eyes into slits. You true about the Sox? Born and raised in Southie. Haven't stopped grinning since '04. There was a long pause. The vampire snorted. I don't like humans. Yeah, well, I'm not too crazy about you bloodsuckers. Another stretch of silence. The guy stroked his goatee. What do you call twenty guys watching the World Series? The New York Yankees, Butch replied. The vampire laughed in a loud burst, whipped the baseball cap off his head, and slapped it on his thigh. Just like that, the tension was broken.