Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters, #2)

by Kristy Cunning

PS—when in doubt, ask “What would Anna do?”

I’m clutching a psychotic vampire to keep him from tearing apart a rabid wolf, while wearing the sheet from a Van Helsing’s bed, and the jacket of Damien Morpheous. Just a typical…whatever day this is.

“I’m trying to be your dirty, kinky rebound from the boring, drab Van Helsing. I’m not trying to be your gay best friend. My answer is that he’s not worth it, but I am,” he says with a completely serious expression.

Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m really dumb or just too damn stupid to live. Then I remember I can’t die, so option number one it is.

“What’s she doing?” “Do you know those old washing machine agitators that moved the clothes around?” I ask him dryly. “Why the hell are you asking me about washing machines?” “Because that’s what she’s doing right now. Moving like one of those agitators…without the rhythm.” He goes quiet, possibly trying to picture that for himself. “Why?” he finally asks. “I think she’s dancing,”