Lora

“Forgive me, Cassie, but Jonas Marsden is hardly an example of well-adjusted behavior!”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“My sometimes friend, sometimes enemy, all the time pain in the ass.”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn't remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it.
"You really hate my hair, don't you?" he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it.
"Yeah"
"Why?"
I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff in places from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody's did that all on its own.
"It's like...angry hair," I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably.
He caught my wrist. "Most people would say that suits me."
"I'm not most people."
"I know.”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“I’d like for you to tell me who you are.” The man blinked.

“David Dryden.”

I just looked at him.

“Your one o’clock?”

“My one o’clock what?”

“Date,” the third vamp said, grinning.

“For what?” I asked, confused.

“Well, you know.”

The mage looked a little awkward suddenly. “The usual.”

“I think we’ve got a contender here, boys,” the brunet said.

“Smooth operator,” the second vamp agreed.”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon