He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

Can I join you at lunch?" She paused. "You have every other day." He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day." "What makes you think I won't resent it today?" "Hope. It's what I live on.

But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety." "Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you . . . and Niall . . ." She faltered. "Love you from a safe distance," he finished. "Yes.

He looked good, like sin in a suit.

She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what matters?

You don't have to do those things. You don't have to become a hero, Seth.

I was very afraid to write a novel - it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try.