Sydney, this is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here.

He didn't see me looking at him, but I could tell the ceremony was having the same effect on him. He was enraptured. It was a rare and sweet look for him, reminding me of the tortured artist that lived beneath the sarcasm. I liked that about Adrian—not the tortured part, but the way he could feel so deeply and then transform those emotions into art.

Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

In fact I was fairly certain there was no one in the entire world quite like Adrian Ivashkov.

Hey show some respect. They’re real people with names. Carla and Krissy” He frowned. “Or was it Missy?

You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.

I've heard that the soul often recognizes truth when it hears it, even if the mind does not.