Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.

Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.

Anger is great. It's powerful, when you need something to hold you up. Something to steel your spine. But in the dark, when you're alone with the truth, anger can't survive. The only thing that can live in the dark with you is fear.

I want to kiss you.” Jace’s whisper pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up to find his eyes blazing with raw need. “Just because Marc won’t touch you doesn’t mean I shouldn’t. Right? I don’t have that kind of self-control, and honestly, I don’t see the point in it. Are you supposed to be impressed by how long we can go without touching you? ’Cause if that’s the game we’re playing, I think I’d rather lose.

So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?

But my hands are in the right place." "Heart," I corrected. "Your heart's in the right place." "Yeah, but my hands are in an even better place." And so they were.

Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.