It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.

He smiled, and it lit up his whole face.

Most good things come with the risk of something bad.

You’re killing me here, Sage!” “I’m not doing anything.” “Exactly my point.

You made your own jean shorts...with a butter knife?

Boy is he pissed," said Adrian. "Do you blame him?" asked Christian. "He just lost memerbship in the evil mastermind club. His brilliant plan fell apart, and now his daughter's missing when he thought she was somewhere safe." Adrian stayed pointedly silent.

I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and tossed it across the other side of the room. There was a burning, agonizing pain in my chest, and I had no idea how it could ever be filled. It was one thing to accept that I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.