I open the door wide to reveal the answer. They all look at Sean standing there with his hands in his pocket and the other hand around loaf of bread and it occurs to me all in a rush as they stare at him that Sean looks a little, just a little, like he's courting. I don't have time to explain the truth of it before Tommy laughs and jumps to his feet. "Sean Kendrick, the devil. How are you?

Saw him where?" "While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts." This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?" "God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.

Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish—her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.

As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.