" He watched her through narrowed eyes. Maybe he wasn’t as stupid as she’d thought. He was good-looking, though . . . chin-length brown hair, full lips, five-o’clock shadow. Maybe she’d do him while she fed from him. Shade wasn’t always available for a rendezvous in the hospital’s supply closet, and Wraith acted as if she had a disease "

― Larissa Ione , Pleasure Unbound (Demonica, #1)