You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.

his voice was centuries old

My good mood felt like an endangered species.

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

She could've looked at the tiny miracles in front of her: my feet, my hands, my fingers, the shape of my shoulders beneath my jacket, my human body, but she only stared at my eyes. The wind whipped again, through the trees, but it had no force, no power over me. The cold bit at my fingers, but they stayed fingers. "Grace," I said, very softly. "Say something." "Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults were probably at the top of the list.