You mostly.โ Her hands went still again as her eyes stared off into the past with a look so wistful it made me ache for her. โThe boys tended to take care of each other but you were too much for anyone else to handle.โ I poked at the ball of yarn avoiding her eyes. โI wasnโt that bad.โ She smiled. โYou broke Ethanโs arm.โ โIt was self-defense. He wouldnโt let go of my foot.โ โHe was helping you tie your shoe.
Rachel Vincent"Levi will kill me the minute he sees me, and I don't trust Madeline. There's something in her eyes..." "I believe that's integrity and dedication in her job." "Yeah. It's disturbing."
Rachel VincentSo, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?
Rachel VincentI want you, Kaylee, like Iโve never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.
Rachel VincentVanity, right?" Nash reappeared in the living room with an open bag of potato chips. "I nominate my venerable brother. He likes to play hero, and one look at him should establish the vanity angle." "Nash!" I really shouldn't have been surprised by the dig. But I was. "What?" He raised one brow at me in challenge. "It's okay to call me jealous, but not to call him vain?" "Awareness of one's obvious advantages doesn't imply vanity," Tod insisted calmly. Nash turned on him. "Does it imply narcissism?" Tod huffed. "This coming from the guy who owns more hair products than his girlfriend.
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