Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters, #2)

by Kristy Cunning

A man without a dream is a man with no soul.

“You’re like the old Aquaman of the Justice league. You know…before he got hot.”

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

He narrows his eyes. “If you think she’s deliberately fucking with us, why are you in a hurry to get over there?” I grin. “Because I positively love that in a woman.”

Violet is sitting across from him, still—for whatever reason—wearing Vance’s sheet, and drinking what appears to be tea. Sure. It…makes no sense at all.

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 tell her absently, pulling Damien’s jacket tighter around me to hide my midriff. Usually it’s mostly flat, but in these jeans, it looks like my belly button has turned into an ass crack.

Have a tantrum. Be—” “Five?” I supply dryly. “Sorry. I have twenty years of maturity in front of that number. How old did you say you are?”

“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.

In the grand scheme of things, I still haven’t met anyone who scares me as much as I scare myself.

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.

Don’t make me carry you. It’ll just look utterly ridiculous, and neither of us will feel pretty for the rest of the night.”

Damn it. Now I have to hate her because that’s Anna’s rules. Any time you envy a girl, it’s crucial you hate her.

I can’t help but smile a little. It’s weird that the first semi-romantic thing anyone has ever done for me is coming from a psychotic vampire who initially gave me dead bodies as roses.

Maybe it’s evil laughter? There’s no dramatic dom dom dom like Anna would provide in the background

He’s crazy, but I’m very reasonable and sane. Mostly. Kind of. Sort of. Not really…

It really does make it too easy to be too stupid to live when you sort of can’t die.

“There’s a vampire bitch here. I’d kick her ass, but my instincts make me a runner, not a fighter,” she states very seriously.

“Get in my car. Don’t make me carry you. We’ll both look ridiculous and we won’t feel pretty for the rest of the day.”