A slow smile crept on her face. “Every time we do this staring thing, I feel our connection growing.” He glowered. “Don’t make me drug your drink with holy water—I’m pretty sure it would kill you.” “Nah, I’ve built up a tolerance to it. Not that I’m buying you want me dead. You’d miss me if I was gone.” “Like I’d miss a kick to the crotch.” She wagged a finger. “You secretly adore me. Admit it. You’ve wondered if we’re meant to be.” “I’ve wondered if you’re an omen that the Day of Judgement is almost upon us.” “Flatterer.”
