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“How is he?"
"Who?"
"Your father."
Of all the things Claire had expected, that wasn't it, and it took her a minute of honest puzzlement to try to work out why someone like Frank Collins would even care.
She finally said,"He's doing okay. I talked to my mom yesterday; the doctors think they can fix his heart problem. He's feeling a lot better."
Frank nodded. "Good. Family's important," he said. "Maybe too important, sometimes. Iknow how much I screwed it up with Shane. Can't blame the kid for hating me now."
It was almost a . . . question? And if it was a question, what could Claire say?
Yeah, he hates your guts. That probably wasn't what Frank was hoping to hear.
"Just take care of him," she said. "That's what you're supposed to do. Stop using him, and start protecting him. I know he thinks he doesn't need it, but sometimes he does. Sometimes we all do."
Now Frank did look up, and Claire felt a blush building in her face as he stared at her like he was actually seeing her for a change.
"He did okay," Shane's dad finally said. "Picking you.”
― Rachel Caine, Ghost Town

“Fate" Eve said with a sigh
"I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across," Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt.
"No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate."
Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "Have you considered medication, or-"
She flipped him off.
"Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.”
― Rachel Caine, Kiss of Death

“Maybe you're not his type." Michael said
"Oh, now you're just being insulting.”
― Rachel Caine, Kiss of Death

“The look in his eyes turned a little wild. "That's the only reason I'm letting you go. If I had any choice--"
"You do," she said "Wed can all sit here and let him die. Or you can let Eve go on her wild-ass rescue mission and get herself killed. Or you can let sweet, calm, reasonable Claire go do some talking."
He shook his head. His long, elegant hands, which looked so at home wrapped around a guitar, closed into fists. "Guess that means there's no choice."
"Not really," Claire agreed. "I was kind of lying about that choice thing.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance