One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

I am not sorry for a moment . It was worth every moment, every second we were together. I would not change it for an immortal lifetime

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.