I don’t need to sow any damn oats. What are you two, the supernatural version of Thelma and Louise?” “Hardly,” Talia scoffed. “This car is a classic. No way would I drive it off a cliff.

Something not from earth,” Jean Luc said. The setup was too perfect. Misha looked at me, and I sighed, dreading what he would be unable to stop himself from saying next. “Live long and prosper.

Heaven is a big place, honey. I don't know every dead person.''They'd probably be in hell anyway.

He unfolded his arms and moved to the side. I was fine with that. Again with the glowering, though. Seen that, done it myself. So last year.