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So will you meet me?" "Yeah. Sure. Where." "Montrag's safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.

Rhage raised his hand. "Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question." "Yes, my son, you are going to hell." Lassiter made the sign of the cross and then looked around.

Reilly is fine." For a moment, his lids dropped low, and she could have sworn that he muttered under his breath something like, She sure is. But no doubt it was her new underwear making her hear things.

Please," Eddie implored. "Not Lassiter. Anybody but Lassiter—he could be anywhere on the planet, doing anything.

Lassiter," Ad and Colin said together. At the sound of the name, even Devina rolled her eyes. "Oh, Christ. Him again.

Hell yeah, you can pay. This was your idea and I'm not blowing part of my rent money this month just to prove I'm a feminist. I can do that for free by demanding respect and getting it.

Do not tell me you're a Yankees fan," V drawled. "I'll have to kill you, and frankly, tonight we need all the wingmen we've got.

You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You'll take care of her.

The goatee was a neutral—unless you assessed it on style. In which case the fucker was a travesty of Rogaine proportions.

What do you think?" she asked in his voice. "We should totally remember this for Halloween, right?

Because,really,someone needed to welcome the son of bitch with a head butt.

Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.

Right? That's exactly what I think. He's a tough number, aren't you, Rhamp? Also poops out toxic waste. You'll learn that later.

What did he look like?" Mary whispered. When he didn't reply, she cleared her throat. "Be honest. What did he look like." It was a while before Rhage could reply, and when he did, it was just one word. "Her. He looked…exactly like Bitty.

Butch came in from the kitchen, Bud in one hand, sandwich in the other. "Hey, big man. S'up?" "I want the two of you to chain me to my bed.

Nope, it was the Great Immortal Agitator: Lassiter

Suicide had never been an option; you took your own life, you couldn't get into the Fade

Twas the wind which made Darius's eyes water. Verily, 'twas but the wind. As

Your father sent me," he said distinctly. And then he got into the backseat. Beth stopped breathing.

Men just weren't that high on her list of priorities. They ranked somewhere down around getting her teeth cleaned and having her car serviced. And she didn't have a car anymore.

After all, it was so much easier to take the high-road victim role if you were not asking your blackmailer to jerk off.

Why are you trying to sound like fucking Morpheus. Flo from Progressive is more your style.

date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.

Although that being said, maybe he was just a defensive, judgmental piece of shit.