Plan B?’ Ivy said. ‘What is plan B?’Jenks reddened. ‘Grab the fish and run like hell,’ he muttered, and I almost giggled.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

Uh… ,” Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration.”I’m kidding,” I said. “It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember?””Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer?”I hesitated, wondering why...

I’m glad she’s not faking affection. It’s more honest than what her husband is doing, at least. Dislike is an emotion I can respect.

As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.

There are only two choices. Stay here and die. Or get up and see what happens next.

Life is one sick joke after another, I’m discovering. Because it hardly seems fair that it should hurt so much to finally get exactly what I’ve been wishing for.

One man’s poison ivy is another man’s spinach.

If I had chlorophyll instead of blood, I’d have ivy in my IV (not Roman numeral four).

I did a face plant. Ivy was her name.

How would you feel about sharing your bed?” she asked. Tristan blinked. “Excuse me?” “He’d love to!” Gary said. Tristan shot him a look, “Good,” said Ivy, failing to notice Gary’s wink. “Ella can be...

God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.