Yes, you are,” Chubs agreed. “But you’re our idiot, so be more careful next time.” “Cosigned,” Liam said, hooking his fingers over mine on top of the armrest.

But part of surviving is being able to move on.

When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.

Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

Maybe we had just gotten too used to being alone-- and maybe that needed to change.