Eve hugged her, hard. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “What happened to the old frosting?”
Shane, sitting at the table, raised his hand. “Took one for the team.”
“Jesus, you ate it? All of it?”
“Nah.” He held up the bowl that was sitting in front of him. There was still about half a cup left. “Couldn’t finish it all.”
Eve blinked and looked at Claire, who shrugged and said, “I always thought he was sweet.
Mots clés morganville-vampires shane-collins claire-danvers eve-rosser
This is the biggest damn iPod I've ever seen,' Claire said, which made him choke on his beer.
'Kidding. I have seen a jukebox before.'
'The way you're feeding it, I'm not so sure. You think you picked enough songs?
He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. “I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.
Rachel CaineMots clés humour oliver rachel-caine the-dead-girls-dance
If you ask me if I’m imagining it again, I’m going to punch you out, Dead Man Walking.”
Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eve. “He doesn’t sound crazy.”
“Er,” she clarified, “crazier. He sounds like he’s back to normal, which is baseline crazy.
Mots clés shane-collins eve-rosser michael-glass last-breath
Fate" Eve said with a sigh
"I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across," Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt.
"No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate."
Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "Have you considered medication, or-"
She flipped him off.
"Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.
Mots clés shane-collins eve-rosser
Maybe you're not his type." Michael said
"Oh, now you're just being insulting.
Mots clés shane-collins michael-glass
Goooodmorning, my little jumping bean.
I got your salsa right here, bimbo," she said.
(Djinn are essentially vapor.)
"I blew him away.
Well, now I'm all jealous. I wish I had little voices in my head. Guess I'll just have to settle for people really being out to get me."
"Bitch," she said cordially.
"Bimbo.
He swallowed and shifted his weight a little uneasily, and then said, very quietly, his lips almost touching hers, 'Promise me you'll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know."
Claier felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a ruch of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak.
'Yes,' she whispered back. 'I promise.'
And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day.
Mots clés romance
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