[sandejas boys 3] He's checked off everything--smell, sight, sound. Taste, touch. And she hates him. "What the fuck do I do." "Fuck if we know," Kol bites out. "You're on your fucking own," Yvo says. Some fucking help his brothers are.

[sandejas boys 2] "The fuck did you do to make her like you." Yvo blows out his smoke. "Fuck if I know." Kol scowls. "Taste and touch," his older brother says. "Ask her. They're the only ones fucking left."

[sandejas boys 1] He hates her so much he can't think of anything else. She's invaded his senses--smell, sight, sound. What's left? Ah. Taste and touch.