“Not to alarm you or anything, but I think you just made a deal with a Mexican gang." I've read Simone Elkeles books. I know how this whole garage as a front thing works.”

“The first thing I noticed as we exited the theater was how much colder it was than when we arrived. The second thing I noticed was how slick the sidewalk was. I didn’t notice that it was snowing until I was sprawled on the pavement.“Scout! Are you okay?” Alex’s face loomed above me.“I think I broke my butt.”

“The whole thing made me a little wrist-slitty.”

“And let's not leave out the whole 'Scout is a love whore' issue."Talley tilted her face up. "What is a love whore exactly?""You know, some reckless person who goes around falling in love with every attractive guy she comes across. Charlie, Alex, Liam. I'm all 'Oh! Pretty boy!' and the next thing you know I'm ruining everyone's lives because I want to curl up inside them and liver forever.""That is quite possibly the most bizarre and creepy description of what it feels like to fall in love I've ever heard.""Falling in love is bizarre and creepy.”

“I don’t know how long we stayed frozen in that moment, but it was a long time. Sometimes I think there are parts of us still there, forever staring into the emotional maelstrom of one another’s eyes.”

“Why did you come back here, then? Why risk it? Couldn’t you find a place where you wouldn’t have any other Packs to deal with?”He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing a snowflake from my eyelashes.“You know why I came back.”My heart started beating against my ribcage as if it was trying to break free. “The fried chicken they serve at The Farmhouse?”“I came back for you, Scout.”I had to say something. Something clever. Something dazzling. Something to make this moment perfect.“I hope the snow sticks.”

“How are you feeling?" Charlie asked, adding a small bottle of V-8 juice to the bedside table."Like I just sat through an entire Justin Bieber concert.""Headache and nausea?"And an overwhelming desire to die.”