Where are you going?" he asked. "To break someone's heart," I replied.

I tried to dredge up the same reaction other girls had around Marcus, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn't have that same attraction His hair was too blond, I decided. And his eyes needed a little more green.

My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father.

That's pretty weird—and when I say something's weird, you know it's serious.

Whereas Angeline's antics made me want to pull out my hair sometimes, Trey found them endearing.

I decided the Alchemists needed an entire department devoted to handling Adrian Ivashkov.

There’s a big difference between death threats and love letters–even if the person writing the death threats still claims to actually love you. Of course, considering I once tried to kill someone I loved, maybe I had no right to judge.