No. . .i Mean, I'm Sorry He.

"well, You've Finally Got A License To Kill. It's About Time." I Turned And Met The Amused Eyes Of Christian Ozera, A Onetime Annoyance Who'd Become A Good Friend. So Good, In Fact, That In My Joyous Zeal, I Reached Out And Hugged Him - Something He Clearly Didn't Expect. I Was Surprising Everyone Today. "whoa, Whoa," He Said Backing Up, Flushing. "it Figures. You're The Only Girl Who'd Get All Emotional About The Thought Of Killing. I Don't Even Want To Think About What Goes On When You And Ivashkov Are Alone."

One Of The Few Downsides To Being Awakened Is That We No Longer Require Sleep; Therefore We Also No Longer Dream. It's A Shame, Because If I Could Dream, I Know I'd Dream About You.

You’re A Solid Person, Sage. You’re Easy On The Eyes, If A Little Skinny, And Your Ability To Memorize Useless Information Is Going To Totally Hook In Some Guy.

You Are An Exceptional, Talented, And Brilliant Young Woman. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Like You’re Less. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Invisible. Do Not Let Anyone—not Even A Teacher Who Constantly Sends You For Coffee—push You Around.

Was It Weird Having A Witch Grandma? Scary? Was She Always, Like, Threatening To Cast Spells If You Were Bad?" "most Of The Time She Just Threatened To Send Me To My Room." "that Doesn't Sound So Scary To Me." "that's Because You Haven't Met Her.