Do what? Come up with a clever pun referencing Jerome's demonic status? The truth is, I usually keep a stash of them on hand and—

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

And I told you, I'm not going to pursue another man's girlfriend. You want to talk honor. There it is in its purest form

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?” The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet.

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go.

Never thought my biggest cheerleader would be someone who thought I was evil and unnatural.