Ms. Sophia was evil bananas.

They could steam up windows with their kisses, but as soon as they started using their mouths for other things—like talking—everything got so complicated.

Oh. My. God. They were fighting. In the library. Over her.

And Daniel?" She asked. "Daniel was a player-" "Hey!" "That's what they called the actors." Bill rolled his eyes.

Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.

Across the room, she heard a loud clatter. She looked up to see that Roland ahd fallen out of his chair. The last time she'd glanced at him, he'd been leaning back on tw legs, and now it looked like gravity had finally won. As he stumbled to his feet, Arriane went to help him. She glanced over and offered a hurried wave. "He's okay!" she called cheerily. "Get up!" she whispered loudly to Roland.

Love was a dance floor where everyone you loved left a mark behind.