Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.

Someday, Dante, I will discover how your mind works

You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away.

Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.

What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.

He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.

His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?