Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it.

It was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn’t going to work for him. ’Course, that might be my fault…since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me.

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

"We were the pair. One too afraid to feel anything lest she lose control of her ironclad hold on her emotions, and the other so hungry to feel anything that she´d risk her free will for one night of fun.".

Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.

All I'd have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent's backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right.

Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it.