We're pieces on a gameboard, Dr. March, and some of us are more powerful than others. You. Me. Her. We're the ones the gods want. We're the ones they're fighting over.

You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?

Being charming is my hobby.

Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me?

I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. "When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.

There’s a big difference between death threats and love letters–even if the person writing the death threats still claims to actually love you. Of course, considering I once tried to kill someone I loved, maybe I had no right to judge.

Taking a deep breathe, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.