I'm so glad you're okay.'So, how do we celebrate my okayness? It's my day off. Let's go crazy. Glow-in-the-dark bowling?'No'I'll let you use the kiddie ball.'Shut up. I do NOT need the kiddie ball.'The way you bowl, I think you might.'He grabbed her in an exaggerated formal dance pose and whirled her around, backpack and all, which didn't make her any more graceful. 'Ballroom dancing?'Are you INSANE?'Hey, girls who tango are hot.'You think I'm not hot because I don't tango?'He dropped the act. Shane was a smart boy. 'I think you are too hot for ballroom or bowling. So you tell me. What do you want to do? And don't say study.

Well, friend, I don’t know about your tastes, but I tend to like it very bloody,” Myrnin said. He shifted position, dragging Claire along like a rag doll without any effort at all. “Have we been introduced?”“Probably not. Why, are you asking me out, sweetheart?”“You’re not my type, darling. Is this one yours?”“No,” Frank said, and looked at Shane, just in a quick flicker. “Let’s say she’s a friend of the family.

She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not... You know, better.'Define BETTER with that guy.'Not all fangs and raaaaar.

I think so,” she [Claire] said. “Just watch your back, okay?” “Nah, Michael’s got mine.” He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes.“I’ve got yours.

Myrnin, who hadn't said much, suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened, shocked, and for a panicked second wondered whether he'd suddenly decided to snack on her neck... But it was just a hug. His body felt cold against hers, and way too close, but then he let go and stepped back. 'You've done very well. I'm extremely proud of you,' he said. There was a touch of color high in his pale cheeks. 'Do go home now. And shower. You reek like the dead.'Which, coming from a vampire, was pretty rich.

Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.”“Maybe you should say that to Michael.”“Not funny, Eve,” Michael said.Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. “Little bit,” she said.

Here,' Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. 'Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone.' He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. 'I'll be your hands.'She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.

I never meant it,' he was saying. 'Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it,seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Promise me, Amelie, that you’ll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love.”“I hardly think there’s any chance of that,” Amelie said. 'I doubt you have the capacity.

Yeah, I get it; you're a vampire,' she said. 'Creepy. And okay, a little hot, I admit.' 'You don't mean that.' 'Come on. I still like you, you know, even if you... Crave plasma.' Michael blinked and looked at her as if he had never seen her before.'You what?'Like. You.' Eve enunciated slowly, as if Michael might not know the words. 'Idiot. I always have. What, you didn't know?' Eve sounded cool and grown-up about it, but Claire saw the hectic color in her cheeks, under the makeup. 'How clueless are you? Does it come with the fangs?' 'I guess I... I just thought... Hell. I just didn't think... You're kind of intimidating, you know.' 'I'm intimidating? Me? I run like a rabbit from trouble, mostly,' Eve said.'It's all show and makeup. You're the one who's intimidating. I mean, come on. All that talent, and you look... Well, you know how you look.' ' How do I look?' He sounded fascinated now, and he'd actually moved a little closer to Eve on the couch. She laughed. 'Oh come on. You're a total model-babe.' 'You're kidding.'You don't think you are?'He shook his head. 'Then you're kind of an idiot, Glass. Smart, but and idiot.' Eve crossed her arms.“So? What exactly do you think about me, except that I’m intimidating?”“I think you’re…you’re…ah, interesting?” Michael was amazingly bad at this, Claire thought, but then he saved it by looking away and continuing. “I think you’re beautiful. And really, really strange.”Eve smiled and looked down, and that looked like a real blush, under the rice powder. “Thanks for that, “ she said, “I never thought you knew I existed, or if you did, that you thought I was anything but Shane’s bratty freak friend.”“Well, to be fair, you are Shane’s bratty freak friend.”“Hey!”“You can be bratty and beautiful,” Michael said. “I think it’s interesting.