Turning Away, I Stared At The Long

That Memory Made A Lump Form In My Throat As I Remembered His Face, Serious And Gorgeous, Those Brown Eyes Intense And Passionate As He Spoke Up For Me And Convinced The Others Of My Value.

Eugenie, My Sweet, Your Outraged Protests Are Adorable, But They Only Continue To Slow Us Down. If You Want Me To Help You, Then Let Me. If You Don't, Then Take Me To One Of Those Places Where Human Women Wear Revealing Clothing And Quickly Lose Their Virtue Through Alcohol.

He Exhaled Loudly And Raked A Hand Through The Sable Brown Hair He Always Kept Stylishly Messy. "look, Rose. You Don’t Have To Keep Up With The Hard-to-get Thing. You’ve Already Got Me.

Sorry, Sage. Last I Checked, You Aren’t An Expert In Social Matters..." "at Least I Take Action. You? You Let The World Go By Without You. You Have No Spine. You Don’t Fight Back." “you Don’t Know The First Thing About Me, Adrian Ivashkov. I Fight Back Plenty.

We Were Going To Kill Ourselves In Trying To Kill Each Other.