I Don't Care," Said Seth. "i Would

That's Smart. Once Sonya's Able To Talk, We'll Need To Move." He Smiled. "sydney's Turning Into A Battle Mastermind." "hey, She's Not In Charge Here," I Teased. "she's Just A Soldier." "right." He Lightly Brushed His Fingers Against My Cheek. "sorry, Captain." "general," I Corrected, Catching My Breath At That Brief Touch.

The Other Problem In My Life Is Dimitri. He's The One Who Killed Natalie, And He's A Total Badass. He's Also Pretty Good-looking. Okay—more Than Good-looking. He's Hot—like, The Kind Of Hot That Makes You Stop Walking On The Street And Get Hit By Traffic.

Feminist,” He Said, Clearly Amused. “next You’ll Be Telling Us You Hate Men.” She Gave Him A Blank Look. “i Only Hate Stupid Men Who Don’t Actually Understand What ‘feminist’ Means.” He Laughed. “you Run Into A Lot Of Men Like That?” “all The Time.” “really?” “even As We Speak, Nick.” “oh No She Didn’t,” Said Peter. I Groaned.

It's Not My Fault So Much As My Genius.

I’d Been Raised To Be Practical And Keep My Emotions In Check, But I Loved Cars. That Was One Of The Few Legacies I’d Picked Up From My Mom. She Was A Mechanic, And Some Of My Best Childhood Memories Were Of Working In The Garage With Her.