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320 pages, Nook
First published October 13, 2011
'Do you like Gio? Check yes or no.'
She wrote back 'How can you be this childish after a thousand years?'
"Should I be concerned that one of your first questions is how to kill me?"
"You--you're fast."
He nodded. "I'm very fast. And very strong."
"Your skin...it's pale. Really pale. And I've never seen you during the day."
"And you never will," he murmured in the pulsing blue light.
Her breathing picked up as a growing suspicion began to take shape. "I've never seen you eat or drink...anything."
"Use the damn folding chair!"
"Go to hell."
A flicker of madness crept into his eyes. "Already there."
“Tell the truth, Giovanni Vecchio. You have a butler, a cool car, and I’ve only ever seen you at night… You’re Batman, aren’t you?” B asks Gio
…she was bold and shy, formal and friendly. She was young, he realized, and innocent in a way he could hardly remember, yet her short life seemed to have been shaped by loss and abandonment. She was, surprisingly, rather fascinating.
"Tell the truth, Giovanni Vecchio." A mischievous look came to her eye. "You have a butler, a cool car, and I've only ever seen you at night..."
He froze, tension suddenly evident in the set of his shoulders. Beatrice leaned closer and whispered, "You're Batman, aren't you?"
"And I also believe that love can work miracles."
"Love?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What about friendship? Can that work miracles, too?"
Carwyn rolled his eyes. "Silly B, love is friendship. Just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant."
She burst out into laughter. "You are the most ridiculous man I've ever met. And maybe the worst priest."
"Or the best," he said with a wink. "Think carefully about that one."
“She had the simultaneous urge to run away from the approaching menace and run toward him and hold on for dear life. The problem, she realised, was that she had no idea whether he would catch her either way.”
“Do you like Gio? Check yes or no. He had sketched two small boxes underneath the question with a large arrow pointing to the 'yes' box.
She rolled her eyes and wrote back. How can you be this childish after a thousand years?
He raised his eyebrows and jotted down.That’s not a yes or no.”
“You can cause earthquakes?”
He sighed, a playful look in his eyes. “There’s such a delicious joke there, but I’m going to be good and hold back. With the amount of sexual tension permeating these grounds, even a bad ‘rock your world’ line is liable to ignite something.”
“What about the sun?” she asked. “Extra toasty?”
“I’m not going to burst into flames, but I avoid tanning beds.”
“Silver?”
“Some of my favorite cufflinks.”
“Garlic?”
“Please,” he sneered. “I’m Italian."
”I’m sorry, what was your name?”
“Just call me B,” she said, glancing down at some handwritten notes. […]
“B? As in the second letter of the Latin alphabet?” he asked, walking closer to the desk.
“No, the Etruscan. I’m wild like that,” she muttered and glanced up.