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345 pages
First published January 15, 2016
he looked like a sexy prime-time lawyer in a charcoal-gray suit with the jacket tossed over his shoulder. I stared at him over the back of my couch, stunned into silence both by his incredibly hot appearance and his nifty door opening trick. Was that a vampire thing?
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I opened my mouth to invite him in, then snapped it shut once I remembered him ditching me in a bad section of Baltimore to walk home.
[she uses magic to slam the door closed in Dario's face. Dario uses his own type of Vampire magic to fling the door open, repeat many times until she finally invites him in when Dario just won't take no]
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He smiled. It was one of those slow, panty-melting smiles, like the ones I’d seen him give his victims in pubs and clubs. I’m ashamed to admit it kinda worked on me, too. Everything south of my waistband tingled and my brain stuttered.
[she's now drooling and 'melting' for the hot creep but still tries to restrain herself]
“You dumped me miles from both my apartment and my car with drug deals going on less than twenty feet away, and a hooker getting beaten up in an alley a few blocks down. You’ve got some nerve showing up here tonight and thinking I’m going to go anywhere with you, let alone dinner.”
[whereupon Dario says something like 'you look hungry', her stomach growled, and . . . she . . . agrees to go with him on a date.
The whole idea of Templars was that you should be able to find one when you needed one. Of course few, including us, knew what our purpose was in this modern day beyond safeguarding the contents of the Temple and acting as an archaic Wikipedia of the supernatural.
I’m sure that was less about the weapon and more about the considerable amount of spells and runes it held. And there was that whole holy weapon thing. If I could give him third degree burns with a chair-leg crucifix, I’m sure I could slice him like luncheon meat with my sword. No wonder none of them had wanted it in the house.