You look too pretty to be useful." "Truer words were never spoken.

By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy.

Who else is going?" I asked. He shrugged. "Just you and me." My mood promptly shot up past 'cheerful' and went straight to 'estatic.' Me and Dimitri. Alone. In a car. This might very well be worth a surprise test. "How far is it?" Silently, I begged for it to be a really long drive. Like, one that would take a week. And would involve us staying overnight in luxury hotels. Maybe we'd get stranded in a snowbank, and only body heat would keep us alive. "Five hours" "Oh." A bit less than I'd hoped for. Still, five hours was better than nothing. It didn't rule out the snowbank possibility, either.

I hadn't gotten far when I ran into Mason. Good God. Men everywhere.

Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.

I, had an excellent instructor. One that you currently have locked up. If you want to talk about skills going to waste, then go look in your own jail.

No, thank you," said Adrian. "These hands don't sully themselves with fighting.