It was as if something snapped in two deep inside me. My parents-- the people I’d loved the most in the world, the ones I’d always told all my secrets to, the ones I’d wanted to hide with far away from the rest of the world. They had lied, and I couldn’t imagine why. It couldn’t possibly matter why.

I went to him in the doorway and embraced him tightly. "Thank you," I whispered. "You've done so much for us, and we've done nothing for you." "Don't say that." Vic's hands patted my back. "You're my friends. Nothing else to it.

You're impossible," he murmured. "But you're worth it.

It’s less as if he sees me and more as if . . . something happens to him.

People get stupid when they're in love; people want what they can't have; and the years between ages twelve and eighteen always, always suck.

He breathed out, not quite a laugh or a sob. "God, yes. Bianca, I love you so much. Even if I never see you again, even if we walk out of here into an ambush you set up with your parents, I am always going to love you.

I need you to protect me from being lonely. Don't fight for me. Be with me.That's what I need."-Bianca to Lucas