Sister, they send you out for one and you bring back two... and a half. Such a clever girl.

Don't worry?! You sliced your hand open!

Maybe you'll get lucky." I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back.

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

I had a secret that I was bound to protect but a secret that i was not to share. A secert that suddenly he knew all about.

Melanie still grieves for Jared," she stated. I felt my head nod without willing the action. "You grieve for him." I closed my eyes. "The dreams continue?" "Every night," I mumbled. "Tell me about then." Her voice was soft, persuasive. "I don't like to talk about them." "I know. Try. It might help." "How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.