For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

Thank you, Wanda. My sister. I will never forget you. Be happy, Mel. Enjoy it all. Appreciate it for me.

You stupid jackass," Ian said. "Who's got the crush on a worm, bro? You gonna call me stupid?

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

"What are you thinking?" he asked curiously. I looked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth. "I'm trying to figure out what you are."

This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

Don't watch" the redheaded mind reader whispered. I closed my eyes.