Even Christian—the Poster Child For "smartass"—looked Grim.

See? Things Are Already Looking Promising.

He Shook His Head. “no. Because There's No One Else Out There Who Understands You Like I Do.” I Waited For More. “that's It? You're Not Going To Elaborate On What That Means?” Those Green Eyes Held Me. “i Don't Think I Need To.

Bless You, Daugher Of Man," Carter Said, His Eyes Luminous And Almost Silver Now. He Leaned Down And Kissed My Forehead. I Closed My Eyes And Caught My Breath. His Lips Were Both Burning Hot And Icy Cold.

Well, You've Finally Got A License To Kill. It's About Time.

... Imperfection Would Get Me Farther Than Perfection.