It had been three weeks, four days and twelve hours since I'd seen her. Since she'd torn my heart out. If I had been drinking, I'd blame it on the alcohol. It had to be an illusion, a desperate one. But I hadn't been drinking. Not a drop. There was no mistaking Blaire. It was her. She was actually here. Blaire was back in Rosemary. She was at my house.

I don’t want to love you,” I forced out through the thickness in my throat. “God, I hope you do, because you own me completely,” he whispered.

Della was my go all in. She was my winning hand. You can't play when you go all in and lose. I'm out." "No, you're not. This hand ain't over yet," Rush said.

Because I can’t live without Della. I don’t want to. She’s the reason I get up in the mornings - Woods

I know you love her. I’ve never seen you act this crazed in your life. I get that. But Nan hates her. If you love Blaire then protect her from the venom that is dripping from your sister’s fangs. Or I will.

No matter where I am, I will always be there when you need me.

I couldn't forget. I couldn't break. She had the power to break me. No one had ever been given that power, ever.