A Discovery of Witches

“Along with having no common sense, I’m not known for being high maintenance either.”

“I can’t know for sure, Diana. The Nigerian Hausa believe that the source of a witch’s power is contained in stones in the stomach. Someone went looking for them in your father,” he said regretfully. “Another witch is the most likely scenario.”

It must be even harder to cope with my incessant need to move if you were a vampire who seldom needed to breathe.

He looked down at Diana’s sleeping face, her mouth puckered and a fierce frown between her eyes.

When Matthew was alone again, he sank into the sofa and cradled his head in his hands. Marcus’s vehement opposition had shaken him.

“I warned you. Friendships with vampires are complicated. I couldn’t let you go now—even if I wanted to.”

Matthew was standing by the window, clenching and unclenching his right hand and paying absolutely no attention to me

Matthew threw his keys onto the sideboard and deposited me unceremoniously on the sofa.

He’d glowered but agreed that merely pulling straight across the entrance to bar possible vehicular attack was sufficient.

He steered me by the elbow around the other diners, his hand firmer on my back than before.