The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors.

The school sent you flowers. I’m sure that totally makes up for the fact that they hired the psychotic, soul-stealing pedophile who murdered you in your own home.

"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."

But I'll be fine. I'll be with Tod. He's a good guy, you know." He just hides it under all the sarcasm and curls.

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.

Marc didn’t want to win by default. He wanted to win for real. Forever.

The problem with getting everything you want in life is that you're not prepared for disappointment when it comes.