Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

God Said: Let there be light! I said: Say please.

When Christian pushes into the brick wall of the building catty-corner to the rear of BB&B—first left on the Dark Zone side—and disappears, I melt down in a fit of the giggles. I toss a rock at the spot where he vanished. It bounces off the brick and clatters to the cobblestone. I'm feeling twenty shades of Harry Potter's train station, especially when he pokes his head out of the wall and says impatiently, "Come on, lass. This is hardly my favorite place to be.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.