I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

I’d been fighting for this relationship since the day I first saw his water eyes.

I've got a nine iron that says otherwise.

Why’s the faerie so obsessed with you anyway? You’re not that cute.” (Arianna to Evie)

Their smiles are lies. Most smiles are.

Reth looked exasperated. “When is something ever not wrong in your life?” I frowned. “That’s my line.

So who do you want to be?” I smiled, resting my head against his chest. “I’m not sure yet, but I’m looking forward to finding out.