He Smiled, And It Lit Up His

Moroi Shied From The Sunlight But As I Watched Sydney, I Knew Without A Doubt That Humans Had Been Made For The Sun.

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.

Good God. Men Everywhere.

I Couldn’t Help It,” I Said, Knowing How Lame That Sounded. It Was As Bad As Angeline’s “it’s Not My Fault” Mantra.

Well, You Can Think What You Want, So Long As You Remember - No Matter How Ordinary Things Seem Between Us - I'm Still Here, Still In Love With You, And Care About You More Than Any Other Guy, Evil Or Otherwise, Ever Will.