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You know you were with the lessers, true? Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.

You're so damned superior," she muttered. "I'm the son of a fucking deity. You want me to be average?

With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny.

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.

G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

I was dead unit you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

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.

F*ck that - why is your GPS in your kitchen Because that's where I was when I took it out of my phone What the hell, V. Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and b#tch slap someone. ~Butch and Vishous, Lover Unleashed.

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.

Will you take me to the motherboard, he said, turning around to her. The and into your bed part he left off. What a gentleman. Of course.

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.

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.

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

I love you, Lassiter," she said without looking away from her daughter. "I know." Mary glanced back at him. "Did you just quote Harrison Ford to me." "Yes, Leia. And it's also true. Go on, Mother, she's safe.

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.

doing here, George." The supportive chuff he got in return was exactly the vote of

So he's bonded, has he?"… "Yup," she said. "And I'm not going to feel bad if he puts a bullet through your frontal lobe. He will get a couple really good blow jobs out of it, thought." John Matthew's brows popped. Then he mouthed, "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.

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.

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