You understand your responsibilities better than guardians twice your age. You’ll do what you have to do to succeed.
I didn’t think my day could get any worse until my best friend told me she might be going crazy. Again.
I couldn’t stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.
That’s pretty weird – and when I say something’s weird, you know it’s serious.
You aren’t afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you’re terrified of letting anyone in.
If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.
If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.
It was a lame excuse, and I knew that wasn’t the reason he was canceling. If he wanted to avoid me, I would have preferred he made up something about how he and the other guardians had to up Moroi security or practice top-secret ninja moves.
It was impossible to get the Dimitri and Tasha thing out of my head, but at least packing and getting ready made sure I didn’t devote 100 percent of my brain power to him. More like 95 percent.
Immortals are, by definition, immortal. End of story.
I didn’t like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.
Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.
If I propose, you’ll know it. For one thing, I’ll be hyperventilating.
I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.
Seth was a wonderful kisser. He gave the kind of kisses that melted into your mouth and filled you with sweetness. They were like cotton candy.
Ooh. Top secret angel business, huh? What’re you going to do? Dance on a pinhead? Lobby for National Cute Puppy Day?
The love in his eyes was so powerful, I needed to look away. Seth had an amazing grasp of the English language, but there were days when that skill was nothing compared to what he told me in his looks.
I disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. “Who’s Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?” “They won’t accept the charges,” I murmured.
Nah. I’m a consultant, of course. Everyone’s favorite nondescript yet well-paid white-collar job.
I can be a good friend, or a bad enemy.