He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

Jacob was a gift from the gods.

It’s just been my experience that some kinds of working relationships are better motivated by fear than by monetary gain.

Real. Does that make me imaginary?

One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today." I groaned. That would be just like me - ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.

And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.