Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, you’re the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you’ve been since the day I met you.” Finally, he put “beautiful” at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared. “Sweet talker,” I scoffed. “You didn’t know anything about me the first time we met.” “I knew you were beautiful,” he said. “I just hoped for the rest.

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

Now I see some family resemblance. I was starting to wonder if Jill was adopted, but you two kind of look like each other." "So does our mailman back in North Dakota," said Adrian.

I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.

Stop bitching and try again.

We can't do this without you," I managed at last. "Everyone talks about my powers, but you're the badass here.

I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought hats.