It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed With Sugar And

Sage, Aren't You Guys Supposed To Have Uniforms? This Looks Like What You Usually Wear.

All This Time…ever Since I Sold My Soul, I’ve Been Clinging To This Idea That There Is Something Pure And Decent Out There. That There Was Something To Give Me Hope That Even If I Was A Lost Cause, At Least There Was Something Bright And Good In The World. But There Isn’t. If There Was, Seth Wouldn’t Have Fallen. Erik Wouldn’t Have Died. Andrea Mortensen Wouldn’t Be Dying.” -georgina To Carter

You Did Not Just Say That. I Have A Feeling We're On The Verge Of Hugging And Coming Up With Cute Nicknames For Each Other.

Abe's Face Came Back Into Focus. "greetings, Zmey," I Said Weakly. Somehow, Him Being Here Didn't Surprise Me. "nice Of You To Slither On In." He Shook His Head, Wearing A Rueful Smile. "i Think You've Outdone Me When It Comes To Sneaking Around Dark Corners. I Thought You Were On Your Way Back To Montana." "next Time, Make Sure You Write A Few More Details Into Your Bargains. Or Just Pack Me Up And Send Me Back To The U. S. For Real." "oh," He Said, "that's Exactly What I Intend To Do." He Kept Smiling As He Said It, But Somehow, I Had A Feeling He Wasn't Joking.

Don't Worry, I Won't Bite. At Least Not In The Way You're Afraid Of.