Richelle Mead

You did what you did out of love. I can't be mad at you over that. It was stupid, but that's how love is. Do you have any idea what I'd do for you? To keep you safe?

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

Don't worry know what you can't change. Rest when you can so you'll be ready for tomorrows battle.

Sex had been amazing, but it wasn't a magical cure for everything. Damn. Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up common sense.

Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically - yet skillfully - kissing you on top of silverware and china?

Wow,” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?”“I have no words,” I said honestly.He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out?

All the while, my mind reeled with what had hap.

Look what we've done so far. We're pretty good at the impossible.

You can't save everyone, though God knows you try.

Was Deirdre right about me purposely wanting relationships that were impossible?

You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.