He Shrugged. "the Same As Any Other.

And Sometimes, If I Was Really, Really Lucky, He’d Smile At Me. A Real Smile, Too—not The Dry One That Accompanied The Sarcasm We Tossed Around So Often. I Didn’t Want To Admit It To Anyone—not To Lissa, Not Even To Myself—but Some Days, I Lived For Those Smiles.

He Watched As I Slipped One Of The Shoes On. "you Have A Guardian Angel." "i Don't Believe In Angels," I Told Him. "i Believe In What I Can Do For Myself." Well Then, You Have An Amazing Body." I Glanced Up At Him With A Questioning Look. "for Healing, I Mean. I Heard About The Accident.

I Want You To Go Back To Tucson And Bring Me The Bottle Of Tequila I Keep In My Liquor Cabinet. And Don't Scare Tim." Volusian Remained Motionless In That Way Of His. "my Mistress Grows Increasingly Creative In Her Ways To Torment Me." "i Thought You'd Appreciate It." "only In So Much As It Inspires Me To Equally Creative Means To Rip You Apart When I Am Able To Break Free Of These Bonds And Finally Destroy You." "you See? There's A Silver Lining To Everything. Now Hurry Up.

You Can't," I Murmured, Swallowing The Tears Back With Great Effort. "you Can't Keep Saving Me, Can't Keep Trying To. It's Too Late." "no," He Said. His Heart Was In His Eyes, And It Was Ripping Mine Apart. "not For You. Never.

Some Part Of You Will Always ... Fight To Cling To Life And Experience All It Has. That's Why You're So Reckless In The Things You Do. You Don't Hold Back Your Feelings, Your Passion, Your Anger. It Makes You Remarkable. It Makes You Dangerous