I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.

Yes Rosalie, we all know how proficient of an assassin you are.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.

I was thinking, while I was running..." He paused. "About not hitting the trees, I hope.

After a few minutes, he asked, real quietly, if you turned into an animal, too. And I said, ‘She wishes she was that cool!

Who are you and what have you done with my brother?