Not me." He bent his head, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Never me.

“Hart and Hope,"I muttered."If you're going to name your kids like that, of cour…”

“Her lips pursed. My palms went damp. Her fangs were out, as pointed and delicat…”

“I love you, too,' he whispered, one corner of his mouth lifting into a smile. I…”

“I closed my eyes, wondering why it was no effort at all to call up the exact sh…”