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.

Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for my "all lowlifes, all the time" seduction policy. I wanted to come home and tell someone about my day. I wanted to go out dancing on the weekends. I wanted to take vacations together. I wanted someone to hold me when I was upset, when the ups and downs of the world pushed me too far. I wanted someone to love.

Poor Martin. Geek or no, committing his soul to eternal damnation was a helluva price to pay for six minutes.

Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time... and it's all good.

Very often the things we most desire come only after much patience and struggle.

Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri

Sydney! Stop. Think of something else. Conjugate Latin verbs. Recite the periodic table.