“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His stunning green eyes bore through me. “A corpseconvention?” Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous.“What are you running away from?” I retorted. “Your mirror?”

“Trevor was as menacing as he was gorgeous. If he were a vampire, he'd be the dark kind, the kind that sneaks up on innocent girls and bites without a thought.”

“When are you going to admit that you are avoiding me because you're hot for me?""When hell freezes over."Trevor-Raven”

“When you were little, what inspired you to feel this way?' Then he paused and asked, 'Looking in the mirror and having it crack in two?'Instead of clobbering him, I laughed-the kind of laugh that escapes into the air before you can catch it. The kind of chuckle that shows a tiny form of acceptance.Trevor obviously didn't expect me to find his remark entertaining. He was primed for a fight. We both cracked up and locked eyes. His gaze lingered a little too long, not in a creepy way, but in a way that says I'm not ready to let this moment go.”

“It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. How the artist captured the light, the details of my mother's dimples, the joy in my father's eyes, all through gentle strokes from his palette. The artist made me look alive when I felt lonely and grim inside. That's the way this man saw me. I decided then that that's what I wanted to do”

“Trevor possessed many of the qualities of a vampire without actually being one. He constantly preyed on me, was deeply charismatic, and tried to suck the life out of me.”

“I'm not through with you yet. Are you prepared to accept your punishment?"I nodded reluctantly. I wasn't sure what a vampire's punishment might be. But I was ready to find out."I sentence you to a thousand kisses," he said. "Can I begin now?”