“Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.”

“Are you following me?" He asked."Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?"He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.”

“There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-""Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?""Watch your mouth.”

“Did you follow me here?""Something like that."I let out a frustrated groan. "Can't anyone just talk to me straight? Why is everyone avoiding my damn questions tonight?"Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?""Yes. Stalkery, but better.""I'm not stalking you.""Spoken like a true stalker”

“Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.”

“I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.”

“A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.”

“Look at you, all Rocky Horror Picture Ho.”

“A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park.”

“I had lied so much lately that I was honestly surprised my pants weren't literally made of fire.”