If im lucky, i will never have to see you again. Because if i do, that means we are at war, and id have to hurt you

You knew that she wanted me to marry somebody else,and you never told me?" He appeared confused by my reaction. "It wasn't my place." "Maybe it wasn't your place as a tracker, but as the guy making out with me in this bed, yeah,I think it was your place to tell me that I'm supposed to marry someone else.

As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear him breathing, and that definitely helped me relax.

The only consent hinge in life is that everyhin is changing. And that's a little scary, but it means that hints can't be bad or hard forever.

He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.

No! If you die, I die! You asked me to spend forever with you, and I'm going to!

I heard you're campaigning on my behalf." He walked over to me. "That wouldn't be because you'd miss me too much if I were gone,would it?" "Don't be absurd," I scoffed. "I don't condone murder, even for people like you." "People like me,huh?" He cocked an eyebrow. "You mean devilishly handsome, debonair young men who come to sweep rebellious princesses of their feet?" "You came to kidnap me, not sweep me off my feet," I said,but he waved his hand at the idea. "Semantics.