Yeah, right, like Catherine Deneuve has her own hot-guy SWAT team trolling the neighborhood for celebrity stalkers with swords" - Kate (Die For Me)

Let's just say that I'm not the kind of guy your mother would want you hanging around with" - Vincent (Die For Me)

Stop flaunting your impeccable language skills, Vincent, help the girl to her feet and let her take her leave

My pulse sped up as I opened our front door and stood in the hallway waiting for him. He was up the three flights of stairs in no time, carrying a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bag in the other. “These are for your Mamie,” he said, leaning over to give me a quick, soft kiss on the lips. The pounding of my heart went into overdrive. Vincent lifted his eyebrows suggestively. “Are you going to ask me in, or were you testing to see if I could cross your threshold without the invitation?” Then he whispered , “I’m a revenant , not a vampire, chérie.

He nodded. “That would work. It’s a date. So . . . I’m meeting the grandparents? What should I wear?” he teased me. “As long as you’re not wearing a body bag, I should think you’ll do just fine,” I laughed, turning back to his collection of portraits.

I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.