Elizabeth’s fingers slipped around my arm. She stepped forward, her fangs flashing. My breath caught, but not in fear.Damn Tiffany and her vampire-bite addiction. I shoved the reaction away just in time for Elizabeth’s fangs...

If you’re going to carry a dagger, you need to learn to use it.”I frowned at him. “I know how to use it. I stick the pointy end in things I don’t like.

His shoulders sagged as he stepped back. Then a half smile made the edge of his lips crook. ” You’re mad at me.””And that’s amusing because?”The half smile spread into a lopsideed grin, and he...

I blinked at the haul. “Are you planning to go to war? Sure you don’t want to pack an assault riffle as well?”He looked up from the bag. “You have met yourself, right?””So should I...

Welcome,” Bell said, not rising from a large wooden chair that had been placed in the center of the room like it was a throne. Would that make him the king of sewer rats?