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

You mostly.” Her hands went still again as her eyes stared off into the past with a look so wistful it made me ache for her. “The boys tended to take care of each other but you were too much for anyone else to handle.” I poked at the ball of yarn avoiding her eyes. “I wasn’t that bad.” She smiled. “You broke Ethan’s arm.” “It was self-defense. He wouldn’t let go of my foot.” “He was helping you tie your shoe.

She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.

I think we should all earn our place in the world. [...] We owe the world something. We owe the world everything.

I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.

Suggestions?" I asked [...] Marc never took his gaze from the cage. "Get the hose.

He’s not like you, Tod. Aside from a couple of notable exceptions, you tend to think things through, but Nash is ruled by his heart—