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“Nev tossed his pen down. “Fine. Here goes:

Ren and Cals lives may be torrid

for the young ones in Vail are quite horrid

Bine and Cos aren’t too frail

Dax and Fey never pale

while Ansel and Bryn might get sordid

Bryn spit Diet Coke all over the table. Mason and Ansel clapped. I was too dumbfounded to react.
This is qhat quiet Nev does in his spare time?
“‘Bine�?� Sabine frowned while Cosette mopped up the soda that flowed to their end of the table. “Since when am I ‘Bine�? And we never call Cosette ‘Cos.’�
“It’s about cadence,� Nev said. “Sorry. I said it wasn’t very good.�
“Why aren’t you and Mason in it?� Ansel asked.
“Oh, he has another one about us.â€� Mason wiggled his eyebrows.”
― Andrea Cremer, Nightshade

“I caught my reflection in the tall mirror. I looked like one of Henry VIII’s wives who’d been told she’d soon be replaced.”
― Andrea Cremer, Nightshade

“Ansel sighed. “You know, this is the problem with you alphas, you’re so concerned about taking over the new pack that you don’t notice what’s happening right in front of your face.”
― Andrea Cremer, Nightshade

“Bellator silvae servi. Warrior of the forest, I, the alpha, call on thee to serve in this time of need.”
― Andrea Cremer, Nightshade