“Are you an angel?” I whispered. A wicked, carnal smile lit his face. He opened his eyes, which were as blue and dark as the ocean deep, and beheld me. His music did not falter as he sat up. Only then did I recognize the belt as a girdle my lady had favored, a gift from one of her wealthy lovers, now wrapped three times around the youth’s narrow waist. “Nor anything like, darling Stefan,” my lady’s scholar answered in lightly accented but serviceable Italian. “How kind of Marsilia to send me a present.”
- Patricia Briggs, "Soul Taken".
I kinda love how it's now a popular trope that vampires get mistaken for angles xD yeah, no, dear, that guy's definitely not an angel.















