My Name's Jet Steele.

You're In An Awfully Good Mood," He Observed. "was There A Sale At Khakis-r-us?

I Want You To Break The Spell. Finish It Off.” "what Do You Mean?” "the Spell You Did On Me And Dimitri.” "that Spell Is Done. It Burned Itself Out.” I Shook My Head. "no. I Keep Thinking About Him. I Keep Wanting To…” He Smiled Knowingly When I Didn't Finish. "my Dear, That Was Already There, Long Before I Set That Up.

If He Wants To Tell You, He'll Tell You. End Of Story, Rose. Besides, You Certainly Keep Your Share Of Secrets Too. You Two Have A Lot In Common." "are You Kidding? He's Arrogant, Sarcastic, Likes To Intimidate People, And—oh." Okay. Maybe She Had A Point.

In Fact I Was Fairly Certain There Was No One In The Entire World Quite Like Adrian Ivashkov.

Did You See That Dress?” "i Saw The Dress.” "did You Like It?” He Didn't Answer. I Took That As A Yes. "am I Going To Endanger My Reputation If I Wear It To The Dance?” When He Spoke, I Could Barely Hear Him. "you'll Endanger The School.” I Smiled And Fell Asleep.