That first time he'd followed Darla – oh, but you're a pretty thing – Liam had been in over his head. He hadn't known it, not until her fangs were in his throat and by then it was too late.
When she'd offered him the dark-haired gypsy girl – curse me? Ah, but you're a stupid thing. Can't you see I'm already cursed? – Angel had been in over his head. He hadn't known it, not until his soul had screamed out from behind his own eyes and by then it was far too late. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, not smarter.