You can put on as many airs as you want, but in the end, that dress is the same as you: an old, cheap design dressed up to look like its worth more than it is.

Adrian ordered a martini, earning disapproving looks from his father and me. "It's barely noon," said Nathan. "I know," said Adrian. "I'm surprised I held out that long too.

Feel guilty. Mourn this. But move on. Don't let it destroy you. Forgive yourself.

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

Maybe under all that guilt and certainty that he couldn't love again, he still wanted me. I would have liked to have found out. But I didn't have the time. Instead, I punched him.

You're beautiful in battle. ... Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven." "Funny. That is kind of why I'm here." "Angels fall, Rose.

But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.