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" Hell,” Shane spit in disgust. “I can’t hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.” He tossed her the bat. Claire grabbed it and came to a clumsy batting stance, wishing she’d paid more attention in phys ed. Lillian screamed again and ran into the open doorway of Eve’s room. Eve, coming up the stairs, screamed, too, for different reasons.
“Hey! That’s my room, bitch! "
― Rachel Caine , Glass Houses (The Morganville Vampires, #1)
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" Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we’re not going to talk about that, right? Ever?”
“Right,” she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. “Never happened.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. “Claire—”
“I know.”
“Lock the door,” he said. "
― Rachel Caine , Glass Houses (The Morganville Vampires, #1)