We would march forward, hand and hand, and I would spend the rest of my days making our love greater and greater.
Is it terrible? Being cut off from spirit’s high?” “No, because being with you is a greater high than spirit, drinking, or anything else could ever conjure.
The more people who know a secret, the more likely it is to leak.
Another hug swallowed me as Marcus took his turn. “Overachiever,” he said, grinning down at me. “Replacing me on their list.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” “Of course,” said Clarence. “A great piece on love.
I unlocked the door and, on impulse, swept Sydney into my arms and carried her inside.
I’d never really planned on stealing someone else’s life.
Depends. Did you stop at the drugstore, along with your trip to the wine store?” “Stop there? Hell, I bought that place out, Sydney. I’m having no repeats of last time.
It’s not goodbye, little dhampir. I’ll see you in your dreams.
To say my friends were living a soap opera was an understatement. They almost made my dangerous relationship with Adrian look boring.
I was more convinced than ever that everyone needed someone to love – even scattered sorceresses and eyepatch-wearing self-defense instructors.
His eyes were so dark and deep that I wanted to dive right in.
Clearly my stunning beauty has clouded your mind.” – Rose Hathaway.
She could’ve done the extraordinary. I couldn’t even handle the ordinary.
What we had was love. We were like two halves of a whole, always ready to support each other. Neither of us was perfect, but that didn’t matter. With him, I could defeat this rage that filled me. He believed I was stronger than it. And I was.
When I reached the end, I was sobbing, all the love and rage and anguish I’d been holding onto since that night on the bridge exploding out of me.
When it came to Angeline, her problems could range from throwing a desk in rage or accidentally spilling hydrochloric acid on another student. Both had happened recently.
You guys think if I don’t hear bad things, then they won’t exist anymore. But you know what? They still do exist, and I do end up hearing them. And I wish to God that I could have heard them from the people I love first.
Let’s not think about anything like that. No point stressing over what hasn’t happened. Just work on what you can control now.
I still ached for my aunt, but Sydney was here, my hope and my anchor. I wasn’t alone.