When I want to be lectured on strategy, I'll consult someone who's actually won battles,' Amelie said. 'Not one who ran away from them.''Snap,' Eve said.'You know what they're talking about?' Shane as...
I have no idea what that is, but yawn, anyway, just on principle. Eat up. Pancakes is brain food.Apparently not grammar food.Wow.You college girls are mean.
Claire said. I might be able to get him to stop. Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off, Shane said. I kind of worry.She couldn’t help but smile. Yeah?A little bit.That’s …nice.He stud...
Seriously, Shane? Ditto? That's the best you can do?Shane and Michael exchanged identical looks and shrugs. Guys.Let me show you idiots how it's done, Eve said, and hugged Claire fiercely. She kissed...
If he had any kind of a clue, he wouldn’t be caught dead with that stuff. See what I did there? I crack myself up. Eve sipped more coffee she probably, at this point, didn’t need.
Hey, Mikey? You get her hurt and I'll end you.You let anything happen to Eve and I'll do the same, Michael said. He'd just finished kissing Eve, too. While you're at it, don't get yourself killed, eit...
Anybody else think that was weird?' Shane asked as they got into the car. Eve sent him an exasperated glance; the three of them were, of course, in the backseat. Amelie had the front, with Michael.'Ya...
Claire was just coming down the stairs, humming and thinking about how nice it was to have things getting back to normal, and how she'd tell Shane about the January thing tonight, when Myrnin sent a m...
Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.
Did he just say--?Yes, Claire said, smiling. Yes, he did.Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.
Oh, he is cute! Shane said in a fake girly voice. Gee, maybe we can ask him out!Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!
I'll do it!No, you won't, Shane and Michael said, at virtually the same time. Shane continued. You're barely on your feet, Claire. You don't go anywhere, not without me.And me, Michael said.Hell, Eve...
I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy. He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants, Eve said. Define crazy.
What's with the disco lights? Michael said, rolling down the window between the driver's compartment and the back.Eve turned around, and her face brightened. You like it? I thought it looked really co...
I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.
Eve: She told me last!Shane: Boyfriend!Michael: Landlord!Eve: Crap. Right. Next time you sell your soul to the devil, I get first contact!
Better be, Eve said. She mock-bit at his finger. I could totally date somebody else, you know.And I could rent out your room.And I could put your game console on eBay.Hey, Shane protested. Now you're...
Claire - Go ahead. And thanks. Oh, and be careful?Eve - Please. I am the queen of careful. Also, princess of punk fabulousness.
As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire's shirt. What?Ask him where he got the boots.You ask. Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.
Eve cupped her ear at Claire. I'm sorry, was that an apology? Because it didn't sound like one.Don't push it.I'm not, but you're acting like a drama princess.Drama queen.Hello, no. You need a lot more...