“Okay. I’m ready to move onto something else, like practicing with knives or defense against the dark arts. Cool things.”“Did you just quote Harry Potter?”

“You quoted Oscar Wilde.” I smiled. Hayden laughed. “Yeah, that was, like, the height of geekdom.” “No. It was kind of cool.”

“A smug, satisfied grin stretched Apollo's lips. "I took Hermes' helmet, melted the mother down, and here you go. An invisibility charm just for you."Apollo dropped the necklace into my palm. It was a reddish-gold color, and a crudely shaped wing was etched into it. "Ha," I said. "It's like Harry Potter and the invisibility cloak."Everyone stared at me.”

“And I never felt this way with anyone else. Like I’m falling every time I’m around you, like I can’t catch my breath, and I feel alive—not just standing around and letting my life walk past me. There’s been nothing like that with anyone else.”

“Maybe on day I can be just as lazy as you and turn off lights without moving.”“That’s something to aspire to.”… “God, you’re so modest.”“Modesty is for saints and losers. I’m neither.”“Wow, Daemon, just wow.”

“Aw, did you just fall?" "No." I rolled onto my back, wincing. "I attacked the floor.”

“Hmm… I’m having this strange sense of déjà vu, except you were telling me to stay out of your training business, and I told you how weird—” “That’s funny.” Aiden’s full lips twisted into a smirk. “I’m having the same feeling, except I said you should—” “Oh, for the love of baby daimons everywhere, I’m ready to start practice.” I pushed up from the chair.”