She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.

“Why did he kiss you?" she said.”

“I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.”

“You're sitting on my bed," he said. "Did yo think I was under it?”

“That seems like stealing, doesn't it?" Simon pulled a cup toward him. He drew t…”