What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

Momma, you're special," Renesmee told me without any surprise, like she was commenting on the color of my clothes.

Yes, because a vampire slumber party is the pinnacle of safety conscious behavior.

So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

I hate myself for liking you.

I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.