Cytaty z książki

The agony and fury of my jealousy was every whit as powerful as it had been last week. I broke another tree trying to hold myself here. I wanted so badly to race across the campus, too fast for human eyes, and snatch her up—to steal her away from the boy that I hated so much in this moment I could have kill him and enjoyed it.

Would she say yes to him?

“I don’t think that would be the best idea.”

I breathed again. My rigid body relaxed.

It was an amazing relief to be here, to be able to see her again. I realized that I
wasn’t truly at ease unless that was the case. Nothing was right when I was away from her.

Not that all was right when I was with her, either, though. I sighed, letting the
thirst fire rake through my throat. I’d been away from it too long. The time spent
without pain and temptation made it all the more forceful now. It was bad enough that I was afraid to go kneel beside her bed so that I could read the titles of her books. I wanted to know the stories in her head, but I was afraid of more than my thirst, afraid that if I let myself get that close to her, I would want to be closer still…

I thought she looked…tired. Like she hadn’t gotten enough sleep this weekend.
Had she gone out?

I laughed silently and wryly at how much that upset me. So what if she had? I
didn’t own her. She wasn’t mine.

No, she wasn’t mine—and I was sad again.

It was comforting to think that I wouldn’t have to puzzle over either of these small mysteries forever. We were friends now—or, at least, trying to be friends. I could ask her about her weekend—about the beach, and whatever late night activity had made her look so weary. I could ask what had happened to her hands. And I could laugh a little when she confirmed my theory about them.

I wondered if she’d thought about me at all. If she’d missed me even the tiniest portion of the amount that I’d missed her.

...no matter where I went, I would not be going to anywhere - I would only be running from.

The most selfish part of me was flying with the knowledge that she wanted me as I wanted her...

How could doing the wrong thing give me so much happiness?