You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.

So, we wait until tomorrow night, and when you say the word, I cross over and haul you both out. Right? That's it?" "With any luck, yes." Luck? We were depending on luck? Nash is so screwed.

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

Think of it as a second opinion on his value. If he wasn't worth the fight, wouldn't she just let him go? Wouldn't you?

Most aspects of my training didn’t agree with me. There wasn’t as much bossing around as I’d hoped for, and there was way too much following orders.

Sorry, but the whole walking corpse epiphany kind of threw me off my game.

...don’t judge your future based on others’ mistakes.