This Was The Last Thing I Expected.

Sydney Had Been Horrified To Discover My Home Library Consisted Of A Bartending Dictionary And An Old Copy Of Esquire, And At Her Pleading, I'd Promised To Read Something More Substantial. I Was Trying To Think Deep Thoughts As I Read Gatsby, But Mostly I Wanted To Throw Some Parties.

Oh God. She Probably Thinks We Were Off Doing—you Know—romantic Type, Um, Things—

Sage,” Adrian Declared. “these Hands Don’t Do Manual Labor.

I Tried To Dredge Up The Same Reaction Other Girls Had Around Marcus, But Nothing Happened. No Matter How Hard I Tried, I Just Didn't Have That Same Attraction His Hair Was Too Blond, I Decided. And His Eyes Needed A Little More Green.

I Always Love Seeing What Worries You. Strigoi? No. Questionable Food? Yes.