The Bond Was So Strange At Times.

Adrian's Face Was The Picture Of Perfect Politeness And Restraint, Meaning Something Disastrous Was About To Happen.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?

I Figured I Could Read More Than Five Pages Tonight Since I'd Been Deprived For The Last Couple Of Days. When I Finished The Fifteenth, I Discovered I Was Three Pages From The Next Chapter. Might As Well End With A Clean Break. After I Was Done, I Sighed And Leaned Back, Feeling Decadent And Spent. Pure Bliss. Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than Orgasms.

Please Don’t Get Sentimental,” Said Jerome. “it’s Nauseating.

Mark Glanced At His Watch And Sighed. "look, I Have To Go, But I'm Serious, Rose. Stay Here. Stay Out Of Trouble. Fight Strigoi If They Come To You, But Don't Go Seeking Them Blindly. And Definitely Leave The Ghosts Alone. " It Was A Lot Of Advice To Get In A Grocery Store, A Lot Of Advice I Wasn't Sure I Could Follow.