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I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.

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Faythe…?" The tremor in his voice broke my heart. Then understanding surfaced, and his tear-filled eyes searched mine desperately. "No. No," he whispered through clenched teeth. "This was not wrong. It's the only thing I've done right in months. Don't you dare regret this.

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Levi will kill me the minute he sees me, and I don't trust Madeline. There's something in her eyes..." "I believe that's integrity and dedication in her job." "Yeah. It's disturbing.

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Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

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Radley rolled his eyes. He actually rolled his eyes at my father. Alpha of the south-central territory and head of the Territorial Council. Sure, I did that all the time but I'd also peed on his lap when I was two. No one else got away with such disrespect toward an Alpha, which meant Radley either didn't know who my father was, or didn't care

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I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.

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Wait, Saturday night?" The ladder-backed chair creaked and I looked up as he leaned forward to eye me in growing suspicion. "I thought you stayed home." I shrugged and raised one eyebrow at him. "I thought I was human.

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Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. "No fair playing the death card." "No fair having it to play.

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I have choices," I insisted, refusing to break eye contact. "We both do. I may have to make mine carefully, and make a few compromises along the way, but I have a choice. I choose you.

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Have either of you seen your mother Yeah Ethan said and my heart actually skipped a beat. But I should have known Ethan was joking. Slim lady. Blue eyes and a gray pageboy he continued his eyes glistening in appreciation of his own humor. Answers to the name 'Mom'.

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If I love you more than you love me, I'm as good as dead. Yet I can't make myself take it back. I can't just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I'm dying inside.

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The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors...

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Why do I always have to be the one who says 'stop'?" I demanded, my voice little more than a moan. "You don't. In fact, at this point I'm considering a petition to that word stricken from the English language." His grin was almost lazy, the gleam in his eyes an effortless challenge. "If I did, would you sign?

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You mostly. Her hands went still again as her eyes stared off into the past with a look so wistful it made me ache for her. The boys tended to take care of each other but you were too much for anyone else to handle. I poked at the ball of yarn avoiding her eyes. I wasn't that bad. She smiled. You broke Ethan's arm. It was self-defense. He wouldn't let go of my foot. He was helping you tie your shoe.

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