You'd be surprised. Besides, they don't even send royal traitors to prison, Rose. Everyone knows that." I scoffed. "Are you insane? Of course they do. What else do you think they do with traitors? Set them free and tell them not to do it again?" "No," said Abe, just before he turned away. "They execute traitors.

If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out!

You’re a terrible liar, Sage, but I’m still touched you’d attempt it for my sake. A for effort.

Adrian gave the picture a nod of approval before handing me the phone. "Okay, even I can admit that's pretty cute." I found myself overanalyzing the comment. What had he meant in saying 'even he' could admit it? That I was cute for a human? Or that I had just met some kind of Adrian hot-girl criteria?

I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!" "Adrian?" "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home." "No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!

He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I can't imagine a world without hope.

Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—