So you’ve made a friend. How sad for them.

Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.

...if this Roman dude’s as bad as you say, then why are you lurking outside his store looking all charged and heated like a dog waiting for its owner?

You'll always be safe with me.

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.