Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.

I wanted more firsts with Tod. But all I had left was a handful of lasts.

I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit.

But more than any of that, I was thankful for the possibility he'd shown me: that a man really could love a woman enough that he'd do anything to protect her. That's how much Tod loved Addy. That's how much I wanted Nash to love me.

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.

Are you going to deliver whatever threat Avari sent you with, or are we going to have to start guessing?" Tod said. "I gotta warn you, I'm insanely good at charades.

Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.