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

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

He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes. "I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.

Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.

Abe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. "That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl." I felt my hackles going up. "And don't interrogate me, old man.

‎She didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest ache—a love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.

The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.