Top Highlights

• “All right,” I announced, parking my hands on my hips and glaring at all six of them. “Who do I have to blow to get a damn coffee?” Caleb's hand shot up in the air so fast I barely even saw him move as he yelled, “I volunteer as tribute!”
• "River?" I murmured, as casually as I could. "When we get back, do you think I could take your new Ferrari for a drive?" "Huh?" He frowned at me. "Yeah sure, whatever." He stepped closer, cock in hand, and I slammed him with a stun spell.
• This wasn't River. The real River harbored a borderline fetish for stealing my panties, was an Aston Martin loyalist, was scathing about Ferraris... and never, ever let me drive his cars. Not willingly, anyway.
• "Vixen," Cole barked after me, "where are you going?" "To put on underwear!" I snapped back. "Because this asshole is taking us to Hell, and I would rather do it with my lady bits tucked safely away."
• Fire and torture and Brimstone, oh my!" Caleb murmured in my ear as our rose demon escort led us through the lower city of Hellensburgh, which was apparently the full name for Hell's capital city. "How very cliched."