She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak...
That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. See you there tonight, Oliver had written. Chomp! Chomp!
(n.) An olive grove.
(n.) An olive tree.
(n.) A small tilt hammer, worked by the foot.
Unfortunately, my army consists of one unreliable criminal, one girl with adisability, and one incredibly foolish young vampire with a tanning issue. I am not confident.
Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking...
Are you armed? Oliver asked her.She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. No.Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself.Claire swallowed. Uh,...
Huh, a lovers quarrel with a vampire- seems like a fantastic idea!
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