If someone like you showed up to abduct me, I'd let you.

Promises. I was drowning in promises.

Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.

His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt that completeness. I had that missing piece of my word back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back -my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.

Sydney had been horrified to discover my home library consisted of a bartending dictionary and an old copy of Esquire, and at her pleading, I'd promised to read something more substantial. I was trying to think deep thoughts as I read Gatsby, but mostly I wanted to throw some parties.

I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.

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