Yes, I-- I Think I Love Her.

A Gun I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought. I’d Spent My Life Focusing On Hand To Hand Combat, Learning To Dodge Fangs And Powerful Hands That Could Snap My Neck. A Gun? It Was So… Well, Easy. Should I Be Insulted? I Didn’t Know. Did It Matter? I Didn’t Know That Either. All I Knew In That Moment Was That I Was Going To Die, Regardless.

And I Thought The Whole Point Of My Education Was That Violence Is The Answer.

I Disconnected As A Sleepy Seth Stepped Out Of The Bedroom. “who’s Dante? Was That A Collect Call To The Inferno?” “they Won’t Accept The Charges,” I Murmured.

I Want You To Go Back To Tucson And Bring Me The Bottle Of Tequila I Keep In My Liquor Cabinet. And Don't Scare Tim." Volusian Remained Motionless In That Way Of His. "my Mistress Grows Increasingly Creative In Her Ways To Torment Me." "i Thought You'd Appreciate It." "only In So Much As It Inspires Me To Equally Creative Means To Rip You Apart When I Am Able To Break Free Of These Bonds And Finally Destroy You." "you See? There's A Silver Lining To Everything. Now Hurry Up.

Maybe Instead Of Stalking Her, You Should Go Out With Someone Else." He Sighed. "you Don't Think I've Tried? How Can Anyone Compare? You Might Not Believe This, But There Is No One Like Ageline At This School.