I’ve met nearly every woman in this room, and I can’t think of one who would make a better friend. I’d be glad to have you stay." My relief was inexpressible. "Do you think," Maxon asked, "That I could still call you ‘my dear’?" "Not a chance." I whispered.

I had been so mad at him when I left, I'd given them back. All except for the one that stuck to the bottom of the jar. He smiled. "They're at home, waiting." "For what?" His eyes glittered. "That, I cannot say.

Accepting help is its own kind of strength.

When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

I'm not so stupid as to believe that you've completely forgotten about your former boyfriend. I know you think there are others here more suited for me and this life, and I wouldn't want you to rush into trying to be happy with any of this. I just... I just want to know if it's possible.

Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.