So,” I Said At Last, Staring At

It's Late, I'm Tired, And Your Cigarettes Are Giving Me A Headache," I Growled. "i Suppose That's Fair." He Drew In On The Cigarette And Let Out The Smoke. "some Women Think They Make Me Look Sexy." "i Think You Smoke Them So You Have Something To Do While Thinking Up Your Next Witty Line." He Choked On The Smoke, Caught Between Inhaling And Laughing. "rose Hathaway, I Can't Wait To See You Again. If You're This Charming While Tired And Annoyed And This Gorgeous While Bruised And In Ski Clothes, You Must Be Devastating At Your Peak.

Not Into Older Guys, Huh?" Asked Adrian Once We Were Alone. "you're Imagining Things," I Said. "clearly, My Stunning Beauty Has Clouded Your Mind.

I’m Not A Warrior Or A Goddess,” I Said At Last. Adrian Leaned Closer. “as Far As I’m Concerned, You’re Both.

When You've Got Everything You Need, Why Complicate It?

I Know," She Said, Guessing My Thoughts. "i Know Exactly How You Feel." "does It Get Easier?" I Asked. Unlike Sydney, Olena Had An Answer. "yes. But You'll Never Be The Same.