Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.

Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.

Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

Dad, I can count the number of normal school days I've had this year on one hand.

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

Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.

We’re days away from going full scale against Malone, and in the meantime, we’re under fire from above. And I’m about as useful as a three-legged dog.” “You’re much more useful than any kind of dog, mi vida.” Marc purred and pressed me into the counter, his hands on my hips. I couldn’t resist a smile. I was a real sucker for Spanish.