Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time.

He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?

Dimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.

Guilt was its own prison.

It was nice to see someone who appreciated her for her character, no matter how disgusted Christian was by the idea of ANYONE dating his aunt. And I actually kind of liked seeing Christian so obviously tormented. It was good for him.

Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves.