“No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t back down under my accusations. Instead he leans in, his big frame curving over me like a wave. “I would… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Rotten boys with their rotten eyes with their ridiculous rotten eyelashes. They suck a girl in, a pair of Venus fly-traps. No,… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“It’s illegal, you know,” he murmurs. “Stealing.” I clear my throat. “Stealing?” “My heart. I could have you arrested.” I snort. “For… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“You are a total nerd.” Not what he’s expecting, the darkness wiped away by a startled laugh. “What?” “Why else would you… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“I laugh. “How exactly do you see this…” I wave between the two of us, unable to come up with a descriptor… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“A loyal demon? Who knew,” Jo jeers, and I want to hit her. “No,” Armand’s voice lashes out. “It’s predictably selfish.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Maybe the problem is that demons belong with demons. Because they’re both takers. One takes from the other but she doesn’t miss… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Forget them, Meda. Forget her.” He reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my face, tugging it toward him.… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“That’s what I get for playing with fire,” he grumbles, rubbing his head. It can’t hurt too badly – his head is… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“He looks at me now. “Anyway, I want you to be careful, Meda. Careful you don’t wake up one day, an old fool with… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Some might call me a “tease”, but don’t believe it. “Tease” implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“They fight with a bloodthirstiness I wouldn't expect outside a maximum-security prison or suburban PTA meeting.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Because the dumb slut slept with him, and he’s too nice to–” WHAM, out of nowhere he nose-butts me in the fist!” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“I hear Jo in my head trying to douse the fire in my heart. “Be good, Meda.” Good, good, good, good, good. The word… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm.… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they’re appallingly restrictive. No, Meda, you can’t leave campus. No, Meda, you know we… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“My hands twitch and wiggle. Jo sees them, shakes her head and mouths, “Sit on your hands.” She can’t be serious. As if my… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“All right – love of my life, but that’s kind of a mouthful. One day, let’s just shorten it to ‘wife’.” Even I find… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“She regards me the same way I would a cat – like I’m distasteful, occasionally entertaining, and not to be trusted not to pee… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
