God, I got lucky. If I'd hurt it, it would have put me out of practice for a while.” Smiling, he returned to his chair. "I know. You kept telling me that while I was carrying you. You were very upset.” "You...you carried me here?” "After we broke the bench apart and freed your foot.” Man. I'd missed out on a lot. The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

We're pieces on a gameboard, Dr. March, and some of us are more powerful than others. You. Me. Her. We're the ones the gods want. We're the ones they're fighting over.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you lost, little girl? The elementary school's over on west campus." A pink flush spread over her cheeks. "Don't you ever touch me again. You screw with me, I'll screw you right back." Oh man, what an opening that was.

Hey show some respect. They’re real people with names. Carla and Krissy” He frowned. “Or was it Missy?

Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.

I’ve seen all I need to. I’m going to go drink now in a futile effort to wipe away the memory of this debacle.