I don't suppose you offered to help?"

"Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?"

"What? With you?"

"No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.

“Mistress, I have never asked anything of you in my servitude. But now, I beg yo…”

“I always love seeing what worries you. Strigoi? No. Questionable food? Yes.”

“My mom beat me up," I informed my reflection. It looked back sympathetically.”

“I watched, enthralled, as he painted a large silver heart with flames edging on…”