I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

It's twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?

Don't be afraid," i murmured. "We belong together.

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

You're intoxicated by my very presence.

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.

The absence of him is everywhere I look.