Every single day was just a box on the calendar that I could put a red X through; each one brought me closer to Lucas and to liberty.

° “Not a ghost, but an angel.

Huging my pillow to my chest, I told myself, At least soon you won't have so much time to miss him. Soon school will start again, and then you'll be busier. Wait. Am I reduced to HOPING for school to start? Somehow, I have discovered a whole new level of pathetic.

Either this guy really liked me, or I was inventing things in my head because I wanted him to like me. I was much too inexperienced to guess which.

All of my best friends are dead people. Someday I've got to figure out how that happened.

Lucas had told me only one lie, ever; he kept the secret of black Cross because it wasn’t his secret to tell. In every other way, he’d been honest with me and shared the hard truths nobody else thought I deserved to hear.

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