Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What’s it spell? HEAD FUCK.- Jane

V shook his head. “Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How’d you like that anywhere near a female you loved?”Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage’s body.“We’re going to need a shitload of steel,” the human muttered.

Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.

You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident, Butch said.Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. You broke my window.Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it.Twice.Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs.She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought.On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed.Cool.

There aren’t any syringes. Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. I know you’ll use this wisely.Wisely? She snapped the syringe out of his hand. No, I’m going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that’s what they trained me to do in medical school.

But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for…or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.

Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and bitch slap someone.

Yo, cop. We’re heading for Screamer’s. You wanna come? Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him. Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn’t have to sit alone at lunch after all.

You’re such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)

I’m going to talk to her.And how’s that going to go? You’re just going to walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, I know you’ve never seen me before, but I’m your dad. Oh, and guess what? You’ve won the evolutionary lottery: You’re a vampire. Let’s go to Disneyland!