Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.

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

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

...and we sat like that, one creature in two bodies, for a long time, until I forgot what I'd been upset about and I was myself again.

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

I'm sorry no one saved you.