The way you move — you orient yourself around him without even thinking about it. When he moves, even a little bit, you adjust your position at the same time. Like magnets… or gravity. You’re like a… satellite, or something.

Sometimes the best hiding place is the one that's in plain sight.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

It took only seconds for me to make these discoveries, but even in that short time, my stomach nearly jumped through my mouth trying to reach the food.

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

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion.