Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.

Angeline made a few more attempts to break away, but when it became clear she couldn't, those around us began whistling and cheering. A few moments later, that dark and furious look vanished from Angeline's face, replaced by resignation. I eyed her warily, not about to let down my guard. "Fine," she said. "I guess it's okay. Go ahead." "Huh? What's okay?" I demanded. "It's okay if you marry my brother." (Next chapter) "It's not funny!" "You're right,"agreed Sydney, laughing hysterically. "It's not funny. It's hilarious.

You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage.

It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled. "I suppose that's fair." He drew in on the cigarette and let out the smoke. "Some women think they make me look sexy." "I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line." He choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak.

I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.

It's a fact that people are afraid of what they don't understand. And most are too lazy or ignorant to find out more.