Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .

I don't like it when I outweigh my men.

Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.” Adam laughed. “What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-​stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick. “Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re . . . just you.” “Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.

My foster mother always laughed and said it was his reputation for knowing everything that allowed for him to appear infallible: all he had to do was walk through the room and see who looked guiltiest when they saw him. Maybe she was right, but I tried looking innocent the next time, and it didn't work.