Sheets of flowing raven-black hair...all wrapped up in that saccharin sweetness you only find in church-ladies and Girl Scout moms. It was enough to make a girl sprint to the nearest shopping mall for a free makeover.
Cecily WhiteAre you insane?"
"Never diagnosed," the guy said.
Maybe it's a training exercise," Skye suggested, ignoring her friend's rudeness. "I wouldn't mind a little training with him. The personal kind, know what I mean?"
It would be hard not to know what she meant.
You can't deny we work well together. I could be your sidekick, if you want. Like Superman and Lois Lane. Or Peter Pan and Tinker Bell."
"Tinker Bell isn't menacing."
"Which proves how much you need me," I insisted. "Fairies are terrifying."
He sat up straighter and dusted off his pants. "Fairies don't exist. Neither do Graymasons."
"That's what humans say about vampires and werewolves," I argued. "So we're agreed.
Your pupils are dilated," he said. "I think-"
"Yes?" I breathed.
"I think you have a concussion."
I blinked. A concussion? That's so not where I thought he was going.
Black suits you," he commented.
"Don't get any ideas, Romeo."
His frown curled into a slow grin, at once mocking and devastatingly handsome. "Ah, Shakespeare. 'How silver sweet lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.'" He laughed. "Saw the movie, did you?"
"I also saw Buffy the Vampire Slayer," I said. "Guess which one I liked better.
Human scrambled around, totally oblivious to the hell that burned beneath them. They were like children, so addicted to their toys they'd probably never notice the mortal world collapsing.
Cecily WhiteAngels don't exist.
Flawless skin, perfect hair, flowing white robes, all topped off with an adorable set of fluffy pink wings. Yeah. If you see that wandering around, you've probably stumbled onto the set of a Victoria's Secret catalog shoot. Prepare to get your butt kicked by security.
I could see his lips forming the word, Hey, baby. Want to party?
Yeesh. After a hundred thousand years of verbal evolution, could a guy not produce a better pick up line than that?
Duh, why didn't you just kill her?" Lisa asked, annoyed. "Two more seconds and it would have been justifiable vampicide."
"Lis, for all we know, she volunteers weekends at the soup kitchen.
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