Wonderful, a death match on my first day behind bars. Some girls have all the luck

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

Not that I don't appreciate the rescue," Holt said. "But I'm forced to ask, in the interest of self-preservation ... exactly how well armed are you right now?

Did you think you could dump me, and I'd bounce back to her and miraculously be happy? I'm not a Ping-Pong ball. You can't just swat me back and forth and expect me to be content wherever I land. If Tod dumped you tomorrow, would you come back to me?

You thought you could figure that out online? Somehow I don't think hellions are much into social networking.

Change your mind about playing doctor?" "No, but I hear candy-striper uniforms are pretty cute.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.