For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.

Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA?" asked Adrian hopefully. "Can you direct me to some of the…oh, let’s say, more open-minded ones?

Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?

I don't care," said Seth. "I would have done it. I would have sold my soul for you. You and me...I told you. Something's always going to keep us near each other...even if we aren't together.

Bringing children into it was just low, I decided. At least heʹd left puppies out.