“So you believe in blood sucking fangers, but you don't believe in the existence of werewolves. What kind of narrow minded crap is that?”

“Oh, shut up Hagan. I'm not doing it for you; I'm doing it for me. I don't want your blood getting all over my outfit.”

“You know, you can go shopping if you want, Skye," he said finally looking down at me. "I told you that you could spend what you wanted. You don't have a limit on the card and I have more than enough money.”

“I don't know if i can," I said, looking up into Archer's eyes. "Honestly, Archer....I'm tired of being scared, tired of loving you on one hand and hating you on the other.”

“What did you think was going to ensue when you chose Hagan's big ass to train me? That guy is wicked fierce and a total badass.”

“I'll just stay ten feet away from him at all times so I don't accidentally trip and fall and land lips first on his mouth.”

“What you feel for me, is it caused by your vampirism, or do you yourself feel that way? Because, I mean, I guess I AM, technically, like a walking hamburger. Who wouldn't want a free meal?" I asked tentatively.”