Love, life, meaning...over.

You’re not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you’re scared silly, and I’m guessing it’s because you’re afraid of me.

He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled. "You smell so good in the rain," he explained. "In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously. He sighed. "Both, always both.

The best part is coming." "What's the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole?" "No. That's the finale.

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

Let me guess,' Ian said in a voice like ice. 'You fell on a rock.

Out of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.