Even Christian—the Poster Child For "smartass"—looked Grim.

You Know I Love You, Right?” The Urge To Kiss Her Goodbye Was So Strong That I Almost Broke Our Rules. She Smiled, Beautiful And Golden In The Late Morning Light. “not As Much As I Love You.” “oh, Man. This Is My Dream Come True: Having An ‘i Love You More’ Debate. Here, I’ll Start. I Love You More. Your Turn.” Sydney Laughed And Opened The Door. “i’ve Taken Debate Classes. You’d Lose To My Logic.

Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out Of This And I’ll Stop My Half-assed Church-going Ways. You Got Me Past A Pack Of Strigoi Tonight. I Mean, Trapping That One Between The Doors Really Shouldn't Have Worked, So Clearly You're On Board. Let Me Get Out Of Here, And I’ll...i Don’t Know. Donate Adrian’s Money To The Poor. Get Baptized. Join A Convent. Well, No. Not That Last One.

Whether It's Simply Some Fierce Animal Joining Of Mates Or A Sublime Merging Of Souls, She Is Mine, And I Am Hers.

And Here I Thought You Had A Soft Spot For Reckless Young Girls.

I Did, However, Manage To Do It Without Hurting Those Dogs. Very Considerate Of Me. Don't Let It Be Said I'm Not An Animal Lover-that Wretched Kitsune Aside.