Do you think I'm pretty? I think you're beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.

Sage," he said. "What are you wearing?" I sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it." "Funny," he said. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.

Is Hopper celebrating with you?” “Hopper? Why would—” My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. “Oh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.

A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it.

I disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. “Who’s Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?” “They won’t accept the charges,” I murmured.

You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.

Did Belikov bend the rules of time and space to get here so fast? He can do that, right?