Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you. " I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't think so. " "She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us. " Edward raised his eyebrows at me. "What is going on, Anita?" "I think I've been adopted," I said.
You aren't a bit romantic, are you?" he asked, amused. She sat back and stared at him. She was beginning to think that Neal required a keeper. He seemed to have the craziest ideas. "Romance? Isn't that love stuff?" She asked finally. "It's more than just love. It's color, and-and fire. You don't want things magnificent and filled with-with grandeur," he said, trying to make her understand. "You know, drama. Importance. Transcendent Passion. " "I just want to be a knight," Kel retorted, putting her used tableware on her tray. "Eat your vegetables. They're good for you.
It's a younger generation running the show, and I miss the generation we had in the '70s. They were really very honorable guys, like Neal Bogart and Bill Graham, people who will never be around again.