Friday Night Bites (Chicagoland Vampires, #2)

by Chloe Neill

“My point, Sentinel, is this: Compared to this world, your new life, your human life would have been cloistered. It would have been a small life.”

“My point, Sentinel, is that you are more than a woman who hides in a library.”

“You are so much more than that.”

Okay...I would simp, too.

“They’re shifters. The Breckenridges are shifters.”

“The animal at the rave sight,” I said, remembering that tingle of animal and magic. “That must have been Nick.” Morgan’s head snapped in my direction. “You went to a rave site?” He leaned forward, palms flat on the table, then turned his head toward Ethan. “You took her to a rave site? She’s barely two months old, for Christ’s sake.”

“You’ve lost your humanity,” she said. “You’ll never get it back.

“I don’t agree with him a lot of the time, most of the time, and he drives me crazy, but I get him. I know I drive him crazy, but I feel like he . . . like he gets me somehow, too. Appreciates something about me. I’m different, Mallory. I’m not like the rest of them. And I’m not like you anymore.”