Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.

Who was that?” I whispered, as if the walls could hear me. They were lined with pictures, a few of which I recognized as being painted by master painters. “Rhys.” “Yeah, I know but… is he my brother?” I asked. I had already decided that he was foxy, so I really hoped that he wasn‟t.

What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

Don’t be a hero,” I told him sternly. “Protect yourself.

During our session, I told Tove about how I'd done mind-speak on Duncan, but it only worked when I was irritated. Using that logic,Tove spent most of the morning trying to irritate me into using it. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time I just got pointlessly annoyed.

You don't want me here, I don't wanna be here, so why am I here?

There was something almost painful about that, the intensity of being so vulnerable and so intimate with him.