That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.

He smiled tolerantly at her. Rubbing his smooth chin its recently assassinated chin hairs, he studied her. She barely came up to Ronan's shoulder, but she was every bit as big as he, every bit as present.

Don't give me that look. I'm not trying to find out who you are. I don't care who you are. I just want to know why it is you are the way you are.

Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.

Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.

here we were again , always saying good-bye

I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.