The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
Adults would argue with her if she told them she wasn't leaving her brother, Jonny's, side until he was healed.
She scooted forward, frustrated and tired, and touched Jonny's arm.
She'd kept the flowers around Jonny's bed as fresh as the day they arrived last week.
Her stepmother-- Jonny's mother-- had said as much.
When she'd gone, the Watcher placed a hand on Jonny's forehead.
After all of Jonny's childhood injuries she'd healed, she couldn't fix her own heart!
"He was seeing this girl, and he told you he was going to go so you didn't think he'd spent the night with her and … you know …" "Jonny's not in Indiana?"
He'd been Jonny's best friend for ten years, and they'd started the Goth-vampire stage when they got to college.
"What're you telling me, that Jonny's hurt?" she asked.
I'm staying with Jonny here in Miami at Dad's … Jonny's apartment.
Jonny's special as well.
A look of anguish crossed Jonny's face.
Jonny's gaze darkened, and he rose, pacing to the window.
Sofi gazed at her, visions from Jonny's future swirling in her thoughts.
It wasn't quite morning when he returned her to the extra bed in Jonny's room.
Jonny's head snapped up, his expression one of surprise that quickly turned to anger.
Jenn crossed to Jonny's side.
Jonny's features grew thoughtful.
Her heart pounding, Jenn moved forward and whispered into Jonny's ear.
Two more vamps assigned as Jonny's guards stood on either side of the door to his personal chambers.
The lights were on in here, and Jonny's form lay in the center of about a hundred dead vamps.
Jonny's body was bloodied and beaten, though his pulse was strong.
"Jenn …" Jonny's voice was weak.
She accepted Jonny's hand rather than Xander's and closed her eyes to the cold sensations of Transporting.
I hope Jonny's okay.
At the far end of the main floor of Jonny's new home glowed a panoramic window fitted into the mountainside.
Jenn heard Jonny's door close, and the sound woke her from her light sleep.
Jonny's form disappeared around a corner as she emerged, and she trotted after him.
Jonny's feet crunched in the snow until he reached the rocky area on the west side of the mountain.
She turned at Jonny's voice.
Darian didn't remember it any more than he remembered much of the thousands of years he spend enslaved by Jonny's predecessor.
Jonny's newfound confidence melted like snow every time the name of Xander—the tree-sized forefather of all vampires—was mentioned.
But she let Jonny's words slide, as she did everything else he'd said to her the past few days.
A troubled look crossed Jonny's face.
Jonny's words were more heartfelt than she warranted necessary.
We lost a lot of Guardians to Jonny's predecessor and that psycho son of his.
Jonny's bathroom was four times the size of hers.
More importantly, she had to find out what Jonny's next step was, once the month-long truce between White and Black Gods was up.
She crossed to it and pushed it open, her attention falling to the slender blonde slung across Jonny's bed.
The dead woman's pale skin and hair starkly contrasted with Jonny's black silk sheets and duvet.
What dismay she felt at Jonny's first killing a week ago had slid into understanding that the Black God was merely becoming what he was.
She pushed Jonny's door open and retrieved the dead woman's body, slinging it over her shoulder.
Jonny's voice was young and raw again.
Jonny's voice was filled with awe.
You want to go into Jonny's lair?
Burn the bodies of Jonny's girl-toys.