Bryan helped me up. “How can you be so good one minute then clumsy the next?”I shrugged. “I’ve never been very athletic. Not unless you count fencing.””You made fences?

I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens.

Great. I guess you’re the dog whisperer, vampire edition.

I felt a smile on my face. “Thanks.” “For what?” “Using my name instead of calling me a thing.

Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl.

What was it about women and crying that made me feel like crap? They must have guilt pheromones in their tears.

Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.

Can I finish my blasted story? We’ll get to supernatural kindergarten later.