Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.”“Maybe you should say that to Michael.”“Not funny, Eve,” Michael said.Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. “Little bit,” she said.
Sure,” she said, and hugged the laptop bag closer. “What could go wrong?”Michael’s eyes flashed to meet hers in the rearview mirror.Besides everything, I mean,” she said.
Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, Don’t do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]Don’t they teach you anything in your schools?Not about this.Pity. I suppose that’s what comes of your main education flowing from Google.
The door banged open, and Eve rushed out, flushed and mussed and still buttoning her shirt. ‘It’s not what you think,’ she said. ‘It was just—oh, okay, whatever, it was exactly what you think. Now, what?
I’m gonna kill him, Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow.Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-And what? (Michael)When did you get home? Claire demanded.Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It’s…different.
I ended your experiment. Because you’re not a scientist. You’re a monster. I’m not leaving any of them at your mercy.
Michael had to pound me a couple of times to convince me not to go stage a rescue. Shane shrugged. He hits like a girl, for a vampire.
He started to touch the mechanism under the keyboard, then pulled his hand back with a snap.Ah, he said. Must deactivate the security….Turn around, please.What?Turn around, Claire. It’s a secure password!You have GOT to be kidding.Why ever would I joke about that? Please turn.
I’m gonna kill him, Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow.Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-And what? (Michael)When did you get home? Claire demanded.Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It’s…different.
Maybe I should, I don’t know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don’t want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.
She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he’s not… you know, better.Define BETTER with that guy.Not all fangs and raaaaar.
That’s brain tissue. How can you-? Claire shut her mouth, fast. Never mind. I don’t think I wanna know.Truly, I think that’s best. Please take it. He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. I’m giving you a piece of my mind.I so wish you hadn’t said that.
In this whole screwed-up town, you’re the only thing that’s always been right to me,” he whispered. “I love you, Claire.” She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I do. I love you.
You humans, always eating. I’ll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working. Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab.Don’t use the same beaker you used for poisons! Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. I mean it!