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.

I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.

I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.

Never thought I’d see the day when you’d throw your arms around a vam - someone like me

Is he having a party?" "Dorian is a sociable king. He likes keeping people around him, mostly so he can mock them.

What's purple mean?" Adrian put his hand on the door. "Gotta go, Sage. Dont want to keep Dorothy waiting

I'm sure. But it doesn't work with me. for one thing, you won't look me in the eye. As for the other...I don't know. I can just tell.