So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?

I could have kissed you months ago, but it wouldn’t have meant anything. I wished for you to see me. And want me. So…did you mean it?” “Yes,” I said, and some unnamed tension inside me eased. “I see you, Tod.

I grabbed another. Aerosmith. Nope, can’t throw classic Aerosmith. I snatched a copy of the Thompson Twins’ greatest hits and chucked it at him.

Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. "No fair playing the death card." "No fair having it to play.

"No, you should stay right where you are, or my estranged brother and I will settle our difference by seeing who can break more of your bones." Tod glanced at him, brows raised. "You want to settle our differences?" Nash frowned. "No, I want to break every bone in his body, and I didn't think you'd let me do it alone." Tod nodded. "Good call."

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

She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?