Daemon: I checked out your blog. Katy: Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order? Daemon: In your dreams, Kitten. Oh wait, I’m already starring in those, aren’t I? Katy: Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.
Blake eyed me curiously, but it was Archer who planted a hand on my shoulder, guiding me forward so I wasn’t behind them, like I was going to stab them in there backs with my invisible knife.
Wasn’t that a season finale on Supernatural?′ When the boys nodded, my eyes rolled. ‘Seriously? Are Sam and Dean going to be there?
People do the damndest things when they’re in love, Alex. Look at what your mother did. It’s a different kind of love, but she left everything because she loved you.
Hay dulzura en lo malvado.
Having time to read was nice and relaxing.
I was not happy. I was knee deep in freak out mode.
You had hope, Alex. No one can ever be faulted for hope.
I was the beginning and he was the end. And together, we were everything.
Trust me, I don’t want to be doing this either. But bitching about it isn’t going to make it any easier.
It’s the human condition, Kitten. The unknown isn’t something that sits well. They’d rather push it away-not completely, but just enough that it’s not always shadowing their every thought and action.
Come on, Kittycat, don’t be a bystander.
I would give Alex back control so she could protect herself instead of making the decision for her.
And here I’d thought I had the attention span of an ant on Red Bull.
Si hay algo hay un nosotros.
You know, I can’t decide if I want to punch him in the face or have his babies...
Part of me was flattered that he had brought me to his home, a place where no other girl had traveled. But I was his friend and the other girls probably wern’t that.
That’s the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.
See, there’s this place called an Apple Store and I qwnr rhwew, picked one out. They didn’t have any stock.′ He paused as if to make sure I was following him, and all I could do was stare.
Feelings were not something the Arum inherently had. Dex had, but that Arum had taken a sharp turn into offhisfuckingrockerville.
Or do I need to repeat myself for a third time? It’s okay. I like to hear myself talk.