She tossed her towel on her dresser and turned to the bed where shed left her PJs. Only it wasn't just her PJs on the bed anymore. Lucas, eyes wide, sat on the foot of her bed, about four feet from where she stood completely naked. She squealed. He laughed. She dashed for the towel. Once she had it around her, she glared from a still grinning Lucas to the door. "I'm killing Della!" He laughed again. "I'm afraid I might have to protect her for this one.

I missed you all my life,” Kylie said. “I didn’t know I missed you, but I know it now. You were supposed to be there.

She simply stood there and waited for him to show her the next move. And hoped it only involved sword fighting and not seduction.

Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.

Why does ice cream go with a broken heart?" Kylie asked. "Because if you eat enough of it, it freezes the heart and numbs the pain for a bit.

Kylie turned and the spirit of the murderous woman stood beside her. 'You did this, didn't you?' 'Why would I burn up my own phone?' Derek asked.

But I have to go. Thank you, Kylie Galen. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for teaching me to think beyond myself. Thank you for everything.