No,you're officially banned from listening to us. Or thinking about this. Or even thinking about thinking about this, understand?

What, no flirting?” I asked, trying to buy time. “Aren’t you going to at least try to be sexy? Think of all those vampire fans out there—they’d be so disappointed.” I pulled out my silver knife. Probably should have paid more attention during my knife training. “Tell you what. Let me go and I promise not to tell anyone that you aren’t suave.

He smiled at my reaction, the stupid smile of his that was like he knew something you didn’t. And he knew something I didn’t pretty much all the time, so it was pretty much every smile on his face.

I guess I can't blame him for feeling bitter. Going from being the terror of Bulgarian nights to a janitor would kinda suck

I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing.

You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.

I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.