Mercedes "Mercy" Thompson személy
– Hazakísérlek – bújtam bele a cipőbe, amit sáros idő esetére tartottam a teraszon.
Jesse a szemét forgatta, de megvárt. – Most komolyan, Mercy, mit tudnál tenni, ha valamelyik falkatag piszkálódni kezdene?
– Nagyon hangosan tudok sikoltozni – tájékoztattam…
“One more month,” he said finally. “And then they—and Samuel, too—will just have to get used to it.” His eyes, the color of bitter dark chocolate, were serious as he leaned forward. “And you will marry me.”
I smiled, showing my teeth. “Don’t you mean, ‘Will you marry me?’ ” I meant it to be funny, but his eyes brightened until little gold flecks were swimming in the darkness.
“You had your chance to run, coyote. It’s too late now.”
"I wish I didn’t need you to go fight goblins and zombie goats because I am stuck in stupid meetings with idiots.” “Miniature zombie goats,” I corrected. “Or miniature goat zombies. The ‘miniature’ is important. ‘Zombie goats’ just sound satanic.”
„What did you do to your arm?” he asked.
I remembered Jesse's method of telling the whole truth, and said, „I got knocked into a bunch of wooden crates by a werewolf while I was trying to rescue a young girl from the clutches of an evil witch and a drug lord.”
„Ha-ha,” he said in the exact same tone I'd given his joke. „Must have been something stupid if you won't tell the truth.”
“So, Bran tells me that he ordered you to keep an eye out for me.”
He stopped laughing and raised both his eyebrows. “Yes. Now ask me if I was watching you for Bran.”
It was a trick question. I could see the amusement in his eyes. I hesitated, but decided I wanted to know anyway. “Okay, I’ll bite. Were you watching me for Bran?”
“Honey,” he drawled, pulling on his Southern roots. “When a wolf watches a lamb, he’s not thinking about the lamb’s mommy.”
I grinned. I couldn’t help it. The idea of Bran as a lamb’s mommy was too funny. “I’m not much of a lamb,” I said.
He just smiled.
„Mmm.” I said, leaning against Warren to get a better look at the food. „Mongolian beef. I think I'm in love.”
„His heart's occupied elsewhere,” said Ben from behind me. „And even if it weren't he's not interested in your kind. But, I'm available and ready.”
„You don't have a heart,” I told him. „Just a gaping hole where it should have been.”
„All the more reason for you to give me yours.”
I pounded my forehead against Warren's back. „Tell me Ben's not flirting with me.”
„Hey,” said Ben sounding hurt. „I was talking cannibalism, not romance.”
“So are the fae planning on taking over the world?” I asked Zee.
He laughed so hard, he couldn’t speak for a few minutes. “The short answer is yes,” he told me cheerfully.
Asil set aside his book and quit pretending he was not interested.
“But?” I said, and he laughed again.
“Liebchen,” he said. “If they could all point their swords in the same direction for more than ten seconds, they just might manage something scary.(…)"