Easy there," Zach said when I stumbled into him. "Now's probably not the time to get handsy. You might want to control yourself.

Oh.' I shot upright. 'I was in Mongolia.' Note to self: learn to be a less extreme liar.

Basement?' Hamish cried, then glanced at his brother. 'You hear this fellow? He thinks we can just go on down to the furnace and start tinkering?' Angus laughed. 'He probably wouldn't care at all if the whole place went boom, he wouldn't.' At this the guard bristled and stood up even straighter. 'Now see here---' 'No, you see, my good man. Out here, see, we've got snow. So in there, I'd bet, you've got heat. And where there's heat there's gas; and where there's gas there's...' Angus trailed off while his brother said, 'boom.

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

He was beside me then, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. "I'm not crazy," I whispered. "I know." Believe it or not, that's the most romantic thing Zachary Goode ever told me. And I kind of loved him for it.

Pain seared through me again-a hot, burning stab in my gut-and yet my body found strength I didn't know I had, correcting as I fell.

Your memory is your first and best weapon, ladies. Learn to use it.