Adrian Stood There Leaning Against The Doorframe,

The Answer Came To Me Before I'd Even Finished Asking Myself The Question. I Couldn't Be Mason's Girlfriend Because When I Imagined Someone Holding Me And Whispering Dirty Things In My Ear, He Had A Russian Accent.

You’re Presumptuous And Arrogant And A Whole Lot Of Other Things If You Think I’ve Changed My Mind.” “you See, That’s Just It.” There He Was Again, Moving Into My Space. “i Think You Like The ‘other Things.

Fine" I Said Icily. "i'll Do This. But I Want It Noted That I'm Doing This Against My Will." "i Think We Already Figured That Out, Miss Hathaway.

All This Time…ever Since I Sold My Soul, I’ve Been Clinging To This Idea That There Is Something Pure And Decent Out There. That There Was Something To Give Me Hope That Even If I Was A Lost Cause, At Least There Was Something Bright And Good In The World. But There Isn’t. If There Was, Seth Wouldn’t Have Fallen. Erik Wouldn’t Have Died. Andrea Mortensen Wouldn’t Be Dying.” -georgina To Carter

Everything Iʹd Been Taught About Eluding Someone Came Rushing Back To My Head. What I Wanted To Do More Than Anything Was Look Around And See If I Had A Follower, But That Would Have Definitely Attracted Attention.