Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. "Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends.

Only what?” I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. “Only… more human.” And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. “Get out,” I said.

Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare . . . ?

Why not the Bahamas? Or the Corn Palace?

Sydney: Ever had that happen? Once you can’t have something, you want it that much more.” Adrian: “Yes. It happens all the time.

Yeah, I was at the Masquerade of the Damned.

Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.