Angeline's been hanging out with that dhampir. I just saw them walking off together. Is something going on with them?" "Which dhampir?" I asked. "The one with the fake British accent." "I don't think it's fake." "Well, whatever." Even I could read the jealousy in Trey's features. "What's up with them?" "Pretty sure there's nothing." "Then why are they always together?" Because she's trying to get over you, I thought.

Giving advice was a lot harder than following it.

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.

We’re suckers for this, Sydney. Men. You’ve got me completely helpless right now. You’re so beautiful and alluring, and we guys can’t help ourselves. We fight wars for you, cajole you . . . and you put up with us. We have it easy here in bed.” She turned my face toward hers. “This wasn’t exactly difficult for me.” “But we still have it easy. You’re the strength, the pillars . . . our defenders, our children’s defenders.

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?

You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.

She might be unarmed, but Rose Hathaway was in possession of many weapons.