Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

All friendships are negotiations of power.

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

The inside is packed with people. Lots of them crowding the bar, passing drinks back for people to carry to tables. A bunch of guys are pouring shots of vodka. "To Zacharov!" one toasts. "To open hearts and open bars!" calls another. "And open legs," says Anton.

Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.