I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.

Why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?

I don't suppose that she gave you the job based on looks alone?" Adrian had been staring off but now flashed me a big smile. "Why, Sage, you sweet talker." "That's not what I meant! What happened?" He shrugged. "I told the truth." "Adrian!" "I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people." "That's not bad." I admitted. "Then she asked what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start?'" "Adrian!" "Stop saying my name like that. I told her the truth. By the time I was on the fourth one, she told me I could go.

So. You’re saying my sister’s dressed like a prostitute

Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov

Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days. Unfortunately, it wasn't with me.

For every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.