“So decisive", he murmured in that calm tone that had adrenaline flooding her body, the primitive part of her brain conscious she was in the presence of a predator. "Got your eye on someone?" She didn‘t know what made her say it. "No. But I have no plans to die a virgin.”

“Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose.Have you herd this one, Psycho?how do a blond's brain cells die?"She didn't say anything.Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?"She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me.Has she heard it?" I asked Edward.No." He answered.Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker--a blond's brain cells die alone.”

“You’re not leaving. I told you that.” She worked to keep the calm in her tone to counter his fury. “I’m going to shoot.” “It’s time to put your gun down, Noah.” “His blood will be on you.” Rook made eye contact with her and mouthed, Shoot. Him. She had no shot and said so with the smallest head shake.”

“She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!”

“Exactly what I intended, sir,” she murmured, as he drew her to the instrument that she had polished so diligently that afternoon.”

“For years, every conversation she had with a man had been colored by calculation. Would she put him off is she spoke her mind? What did he want her to say? When a man took a mistress, he purchased not just the rights to her body, but the content of her thoughts. Sir Mark wanted her as she was, not as he wished her to be. The thought made her head hurt.”