Danielle laughed a little. As if it were all just a matter of credit. Who got to be the king of the hill.

That was always what she'd hated about vampires. That unrelenting need to be on top, no matter who or what got hurt along the way.

She applied a little pressure to his fingertips, remembering all the nights that he'd tucked her into bed and assured her that, yes, the monsters under her bed were real, but that he wouldn't let them get to her. "I guess that just means we have to gank him," she said. As if that were an easy thing.