I paused outside your door to see if you were awake, and you clearly were, so I came in." "You still can't just barge in." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Would you like me to go back out and knock?" Loki gestured to the doors behind him. "Would that make you feel better?

Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.

You should get married more often," Loki teased. "It makes you feisty.

You know what would be fun? Nobody wants to play Guitar Hero. But you can play the Beatles! You loved the Beatles!

I priced my books at what I would want to spend on an electronic book.

Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.

He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.