I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.

Life is not meant to be an open-book test.

I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.

But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.

Foolish Ever, don't you realize there's no longer any difference between you and your-monster? You are the monster. It's your dark side, your shadow self, and you've now joined as one.

But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.

Though I have to admit, I had a good laugh when I realized you thought I was a bloodsucker." He smiles. "Oh, well excuse me. I mean since there are immortals running around, I figure we may as well bring on the faeries, wizards, werewolves, and—" I shake my head. "I mean jeez, you talk about all this like it's normal!