“Careful, Abbey," Caspian warned. "Don't get too close.""He killed her, Caspian! He was the reason she was at the bridge that night.""I know but--"Vincent suddenly turned to face Caspian. "Could you just shut up? All this back and forht is really confusing. I'll get to you in a minute."Caspian's jaw dropped.So did mine. "You can see him?" I asked. "Who are you?""Not who," Vincent said, a tone of sheer entitlement in his voice. "What.”
“It's exhilarating, Abbey. You exhilarate me"-Caspian”
“Every things fuzzy now,but I try to stay awake long enough to tell him one more thing."glad you . . .see. . .my colors caspian." " me too abbey," he said softly. "sweet dreams.”
“Caspian: Yes, but be quiet now, my bella.Abbey: What does that mean?Caspian: Beautiful.”
“This didn't seem to have anything to do with Old Narnia, which was what Caspian really wanted to hear about, but getting up in the middle of the night is always interesting and he was moderately pleased.”
“He stopped an inch away from me. I felt like I was his prisoner."Let's go back to the sexy and hot thing," Caspian said, "Could we add a gorgeous or mysterious in there, too?”