Dark Kiss

Did you follow me here?" "Something like that." I let out a frustrated groan. "Can't anyone just talk to me straight? Why is everyone avoiding my damn questions tonight?" Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?" "Yes. Stalkery, but better." "I'm not stalking you." "Spoken like a true stalker

Need some help?' he asked. 'Yes!' I yelled at him 'Help us!' 'What's the magic word?' 'Now!' 'Close enough.

There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-" "Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?" "Watch your mouth.

I try to be confident, always have, but despite my best efforts, sometimes I come off like I'm a total..." "Dick?" I finished for him. "I'm just randomly picking words out of the air. Tell me if you think I'm close.

Happiness, wealth, true love. Just like everybody else." "That's all?" "What else is there that matters?" He shrugged a shoulder. "Destruction, vengeance, power, world domination." Her smile stretched but it didn't reach her eyes. "Those are fun too.

You're our honorary sixth member with mysterious abilities and visions of the future. The Snow White to our motley group of dwarfs. Plus, you're way better looking than the rest of these guys.

Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?" His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.

Work that mojo, gray girl. Consider me a true believer now. Hallelujah.

Does it have a name? All of these fancy magical weapons usually have names." Bishop glared at her. "Yeah. I like to call it Goldie." "You're funny for an angel." "Not really. I'm just inspired at the moment.

I wanted this to be a movie on TV so I could press the off button and make it all go away.

Are you following me?" He asked. "Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?" He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.

It's - just Bishop." "You have only one name?" Unless he was a rock star or a chess piece, it was another sign that he was having trouble thinking straight.

Sorry," I said. "Don't be sorry." She sent a sneer in the direction of Colin who'd rejoined his friends on the other side of the theatre. "The fact he's still breathing isn't your fault.

I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.

A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.

Two of us could play the lying game.

Jerk? Is that the best you've got? How disappointing.