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“His phone rang again, and he turned it on speaker. “Adair residence—��
“Shut up, Cabe.�� Silas’s voice filled the car. “Your Lexus isn’t a residence, and I know you’re driving, because I’m watching your GPS dot move down the road.”
― Jane Washington, Charcoal Tears

“I don’t have a cherubic bone in my body.��
“Maybe you’ve got your bone in someone else’s cherubic body then?”
― Jane Washington, Charcoal Tears

“For a second the werewolf, er, Justin, paused, his head cocked to the side, making him look less like a throatripping-out beastie and more like a cocker spaniel.

The thought made me giggle.

And suddenly those yellow eyes were on me.

It gave another howl, and before I even had time to think, it charged.

I heard the man and woman cry out a warning as I frantically racked my brain for some sort of throatrepairing spell, which I was clearly about to need. Of course the only words I actually managed to yell at the werewolf as he ran at me were, "BAD DOG!"

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of blue light on my left. Suddenly, the werewolf seemed to smack into an invisible wall just inches in front of me. Giving a pitiful bark, he slumped to the ground. His fur and skin began to ripple and flow until he was a normal boy in khakis and a blue blazer, whimpering pitifully. His parents got to him just as Mom ran to me, dragging my trunk behind her.

"Oh my God!" she breathed. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Fine," I said, brushing grass off my skilt.

"You know," someone said off to my left, "I usually find a blocking spell to be a lot more effective than yelling 'Bad dog,' but maybe that's just me."

I turned. Leaning against a tree, his collar unbuttoned and tie loose, was a smirking guy. His Hecate blazer was hanging limply in the crook of his elbow.

"You are a witch, aren't you?" he continued. He pushed himself off the tree and ran a hand through his black curly hair. As he walked closer, I noticed that he was slender almost to the point of skinny, and that he was several inches taller than me. "Maybe in the future," he said, "you could endeavor not to suck so badly at it.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“Zev raised his eyebrows. Are you apologizing?

Cassiel cleared his throat again, fidgeting with the ivory buttons on his tunic. I am admitting failure in my conduct.”
― Beck Michaels, Divine Blood

“No one is going to laugh, right?��

“Laugh about what?�� Lucía comes around the front of the truck, pulling her hair free of its band.

Harper stares at him, genuinely confused.

Mason lets out a choked laugh. “My awkward body.��

Lucía’s brow furrows, amusement and skepticism etched into her expression. She shakes her head and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Everyone looks awkward with their clothes off.��

“Hey,�� Maya barks, standing a little taller and tossing Nova’s messy forelock over one eye. “I look good. Well, normally.��

Lucía grins. “Okay, but is this the moment to point that out?”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart