Dreamfever  - Karen Marie Moning

He moved toward me so quickly, I didn't see him coming and had no chance to react. His body was pressed to mine, his lips were against my ear.


I leaned into him and inhaled. I couldn't help myself.


He whispered, "O ye of little faith..."




Coup de grâce, indeed. *dies*


(trimming quotes for spoilers is ... interesting to say the least! LOL)