That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything.

That's the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.

Crossing the room, he stopped infront of me. "I'm not going to bite.""That's good.""Unless you want me to," He said with a devilish grin.

Kat tipped her head back, meeting my stare. Her throat worked on her next words. "I think I might love you."Air punched out of my lungs. I held her tight, and I knew right then I would burn down the whole universe for her if I had to.I would do anything to keep her safe. Kill. Heal. Die. Anything. Because she was my everything.

Daemon was suddenly in front of me. I took an involuntary step back. "Do you think I didn't enjoy kissing you? That I haven't thought about it every second since then? And I know you have. Just admit it."In the pit of my stomach, tight coils thrummed. "What is the point of this?""Have you?""Oh, for crap's sake, yes, I have. I do! Do you want me to write it down for you? Send you an e-mail or a text? Will that make you feel better?"Daemon arched a brow. "You don't need to be sarcastic.

Do you... feel anything around me?""Other than what I felt this morning when I saw how good you looked in those jeans?""Daemon." I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in my that screamed, HE NOTICED ME! "I'm being serious.

I tried to push down my anger. One thing I hated more than Daemon's douche-nozzle side was him telling me what to do. "You don't own me, Daemon.""It's not about ownership, you little nut.""Nut?" I glared at him. "I wouldn't call me names when I have a knife in my hand.

I can help Katy," Blake wheezed. "Good enough for you?""What?" I demanded, dropping my hands."Yeah, see, you saying her name alone makes me want to kill you. So, no, not good enough for me.