Anytime you want to lay off the paybacks God, that'd be great.
Jeaniene FrostI'm glad you're still upright, Charles, and the only reason you are is because she didn't have any silver. She'd have staked you right and proper otherwise. She has a tendency to shrivel someone first and then introduce herself afterwards."
"That's uncalled for!" I said, insulted at the suggestion that I was homicidal.
"Right." Bones let that go. "Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I've been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I've said is... an understatement.
Mots clés humor cat-and-bones
Lucifer's bouncing balls, Kitten, not again!"
Uh-oh. I squirmed, instinctively also trying to block Tony's body from his view. As if that made him any less dead.
"She was going to stab you," I said in my defense. "Look in her hand!"
He was looking at the ground near my feet instead. "Him, too?"
I nodded, sheepish. "He jumped me."
Bones just stared. "You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
Mots clés humor cat-and-bones
life's a bitch, and then one stabs you.
Jeaniene Frost...that left Francesca to slink into the chair opposite us. My feeling of superiority was short-lived, however, when she settled herself down and then crossed her legs.
I didn't need a mirror to know my whole face had just turned red. With a hemline up to her thighs that gesture didn't leave anything to the imagination. Bones curled his fingers around mine and squeezed. His hand was still warmed from our contact moments ago. That's how fast he had to grab me again to keep me sitting where I was instead of yanking off my jacket to make her a pair of panties.
Mots clés cat bones-of-the-master
Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-"
"Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand," Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness.
Mots clés humor bones sparkles
Spade-“If you’d refrain from slamming my face any more into this dirty rock floor, I’ll do whatever you like,” was his even reply. “Fancy
letting my head go?”
Cat-“Sure,” I said with an unpleasant snicker, not relinquishing an ounce of pressure. “How about I let you floss with my jugular as
well? I don’t think so.
Wow,” Tate whispered. “They’re fucking right on the dance floor. ”
“I see that.” There was an edge to my words.
Dave gave me a sideways grin. “Juan will cry at being stuck in the van. If he were here, he’d be screaming 'Authenticity’s imperative!' and taking his pants down.
Charles,” Bones said distinctly. “You’d better have a splendid explanation for her being on top of you.”
The black-haired vampire rose to his feet as soon as I jumped off, brushing the dirt off his clothes.
“Believe me, mate, I’ve never enjoyed a woman astride me less. I came out to say hello, and this she-devil blinded me by flinging rocks in my eyes. Then she vigorously attempted to split my skull before threatening to impale me with silver if I so much as even
twitched! It’s been a few years since I’ve been to America, but I daresay the method of greeting a person has changed
dramatically!”
Bones rolled his eyes and clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re still upright, Charles, and the only reason you are is because she didn’t have any silver. She’d have staked you right and proper otherwise. She has a tendency to shrivel someone first
and then introduce herself afterwards.
No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad
Jeaniene FrostMots clés humor bones cat vlad night-huntress
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