“And why is Heather wearing pink? Come on, people." Heather rolled her eyes and disappeared back inside the tent, reappearing a minute later with a dark gray T-shirt on. "Better?" She cocked her head at tristan. "Yes. You've just extended your life by at least an hour.” LolTristanChelsea FineAvowHeather Book:Avow Source: Avow
“You know what would be really nice right now? Coffee. I'd really go for some coffee." Just the idea made her salivate. He scowled. "How can you think about coffee right now?" "I don't know. Maybe caffeine is how I cope." She thought for a moment. "Although usually I'm a crier. Are you a crier?" "No." "Not even sad movies or weddings?" "No." "What about commercials with little puppies that need a home?" He blinked. "Please stop talking." "Hmm," she said slowly. "Maybe talking is how I cope." Her hands started falling asleep. "You know what else would be really nice right now?" "An off button?” GabrielChelsea FineAvowHeather Book:Avow Source: Avow
“B-T-W," Heather said. "What's with the death wish?" "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about provoking the wicked witch of the west. You look old? Are you trying to get us both killed?" "She does look old. Or at least, older than she used to." "It doesn't matter! Two things you never comment on when it comes to girls: their age and their weight. That's male survival 101. Come on!” GabrielChelsea FineAvowHeather Book:Avow Source: Avow
“So..." Heather nodded slowly. "We're still here." "Yep. I think your team of SWAT guys got lost. Probably looking for their shirts." She made a face at him. "You're effing hilarious." "I try.” GabrielChelsea FineAvowHeather Book:Avow Source: Avow
“A little heads up would have been nice. Hey Heather, since we're history partners and all, I figured I should tell you I'm a murderer. But I'm hot so it's okay. From now on, Heather was going to do background checks on all her buddies.” GabrielChelsea FineAvowHeather Book:Avow Source: Avow
“Raven made a face at the blood that now stained her fingertips. She wiped her hand on his jeans until the blood was all gone. Gabriel watched her with narrowed eyes and said, "You look old." Heather's mouth fell open. Good God. Don't anger the crazy lady. Raven slapped him, hard. "That's what happens when your supply of fountain water starts to run out and you have to dilute it. You age. Magic can only do so much." "Sucks to be you," Gabriel said. Clearly, he did not value his life.” GabrielRavenChelsea FineAvowHeather Book:Avow Source: Avow
“Sucking in air, Heather said, “Fluffy—Mrs. Allen’s ferocious dog—chased me all the way down Pine Street trying to tear me to shreds with his razor fangs. I barely got away.” Scarlet scrunched her face. “Isn’t Fluffy a Chihuahua?” Still panting, Heather said, “Yes. A demon-possessed, human-eating Chihuahua.” ScarletChihuahuaHeather Book:Anew Source: Anew