Status Updates From Ms. Renfield and the Deadly...

"I think he arranges himself in these poses without knowing he’s doing it, the way spiders don’t know their webs are beautiful.:

“You entered into a contract. You are bound to serve me.” His gaze drops again, and for one reckless second, I think he’s going to kiss me. Or drain me. The draining would be bad. The kissing would be worse, probably. Or different kinds of bad.

"Thanks to an unfortunate quirk of my family tree, I’m stuck serving an arrogant and dangerous vampire who looks like a luxury menswear ad and thinks humans are livestock."