Um...Mercer? Haven't seen you in nearly a month. I was expecting something like, 'Oh Cross, love of my heart, fire of my loins, how I've longed--
No. Don't distract me with your sexy talk.
Okay, fine. But just so you know, following me into hell means you're all definitely the sidekicks.
But before he could either comfort me or commit further acts of violence upon my person, I spun away from him and made my drama queen moment complete by running away.
Wow, Cross. I think you missed your calling. Screw demon hunting: you should clearly be writing Hallmark cards.
Please don't joke and bleed at the same time.
Most girls got flowers. I got a dirt pit used for demon raising. Nice.
Where the heck was I while you were playing Grand Theft Cellar?
They stared each other down, and while the dorky eleven-year-old in my soul kind of hoped that two hot boys might fight over me, the rational, seventeen-year-old knew that Archer need to get out of here, fast.
He probably would've raised an eyebrow in that annoying/hot way he had, and made a dirty joke about Elodie possessing me.