“They tried to kill me,” he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. “You saw them!” “Yeah?” I spouted off. “They weren’t very good at it!”(Trent and Rachel)”

“Rocket," I said, straightening in the chair. "Donovan was just helping me with my contacts."Donovan raised his brows humorously.Rocket furrowed his. "Did you swallow them?”

“Okay," I said. His brow furrowed. "Okay what?" I licked my lips. "Kiss me," I said.”

“Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else.""Ow!" I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. "Oh… sorry," I stammered, meaning it. "That was insensitive."Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. "Bump uglies?" he said, eyes on the table behind me. "You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker,” I said (Rachel to Trent)”

“He had always liked a good mess—God knows he had sure made a few. In typical form, he squared his shoulders, furrowed his brows and muttered, “bring it on.”