The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.

Rose? Is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" She asked "Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me." I glared. "We're not.

Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.

I set off, off to kill the man I love.

You and I aren't friends either.

Worry about staying alive first. Then worry about how you're going to live.

No," he said, voice thick and husky. His fingers dug into the chair's arms. "You'd better not get too close." I stopped, laughing softly. "You don't strike me as the assaulting type, Mortensen." "Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything.