We are both of us made of the things we have lost.
We have another friend in common. Sweetest girl. She’s like a sane version of you. Goes by Annie.
I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.
I like her. The pixie is going to be my friend. I know it like I know I’m not going to see Mr. Keane today. I will be her friend, while plotting to either betray her if she’s untrustworthy for the company, or be betrayed by her if I slip up and she sees thoughts she shouldn’t. Best friends.
Pretending is another way of lying, and I am so good at both.
They know I have no choice, but if I did, they’d all be dead.
I get that you’re scared and that you’ve been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.
I could have melted ice, my smile was so bright.
Survival instincts are one of those things that never die.
Can’t he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else’s girlfriend?
I so owed Arianna, that undead little genius.
Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.
I’d been fighting for this relationship since the day I first saw his water eyes.
He smiled at my reaction, the stupid smile of his that was like he knew something you didn’t. And he knew something I didn’t pretty much all the time, so it was pretty much every smile on his face.
This particular type of human carries weapons slightly more lethal than your beloved pink monstrosity.
I thought I’d learn a few new words, but the men were too shocked to even swear this time.
We linked hands – my ex-boyfriend, my boyfriend, and my former friend-then-enemy-then friend and I – and walked through a door to see if maybe empty carbs were good for something after all.
Maybe I shouldn’t mouth off to the elemental I kinda hoped was my future mother-in-law.
Ah, stupid, you know I love you, too.
Reth laughed. I punched him. It hurt. Me, not him, unfortunately.