" What's going on, miscreant?" Logan stood in the doorway, wearing his favorite frock coat as usual, but there were rips in his jeans.
I lifted my eyebrows at his pants. "Holes?" He was impeccable about his fancy goth clothes.
"Isabeau," he admitted ruefully. "The Hounds are a great tribe, but they have no sense of fashion."
"So she tore your jeans?"
He grinned. "No, she tore at a Hel-Blar. I just happened to get in the way."
I grinned back at him. "Cool." Have I mentioned? Our girlfriends are fierce. "

― Alyxandra Harvey , Blood Moon (Drake Chronicles, #5)