Beau’s arms slipped around my waist. I knew I should step away but I couldn’t make myself. This was home. Being in his arms like this was where I found peace.

It's called Valentine's Day, you moron. If you're going to date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.

I'll probably always love him. Doesn't mean I can ever trust him again. That doesn't make a relationship.

Yes, of course. I was on her like, um... I believe that old woman last week we took after she'd burnt down her house cooking said 'like white on rice.

Hello Rush," she said, breaking the silence. The sound of her voice almost sent me to my knees. God, I'd missed her voice. "Blaire," I managed to say, terrified that I'd scare her away just by speaking.

He seems like a man who knows what he wants, and the problem is he wants what I want.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.