"We walked the circuit, passing the food stands frying funnel cakes and burgers, and the game booths, ceilings bristling with giant, multicolored stuffed animals. I paused in front of the crossbow game. Nicholas cocked an eyebrow. "Want me to win you a stuffed bunny?" "Ha." I rubbed my hands together. "I'll win my own stuffed bunny, thanks very much." Nicholas passed the attendant a few dollars to pay for my turn. "I guess it's nice to see you use your legendary aim for something other than breaking my nose," he teased. "The night is young," I snapped back, lifting the plastic crossbow. "This is a pathetic weapon," I muttered. "I couldn't stake an undead mouse with this thing." "It's supposed to be a game, remember?" he whispered, laughter in his dark voice. I fired my three shots, all crowding into the bull's-eye. With a triumphantly smug toss of my head, I looked at the openmouthed attendant. "I want the purple bunny." He tugged it down and passed it over to me. I slipped it into my bag while Nicholas shook his head. "Dump this loser, Lucy, and run away with me. You'll never have to win your own cross-eyed bunny again." I grinned up at Nicholas's brother Quinn, who was smiling his charming smile, his arm draping casually over my shoulder. Hunter rolled her eyes at me from my other side. "No way," I said. "My aim's better than yours. Plus, your girlfriend can hurt me." "Ooh," Quinn said, winking. "Catfight. Hot." He grinned. "Ouch," he added when both Hunter and I smacked him."