“Well, it’s more like a sentence on life,” he said, grinning. “I live by three rules: Don’t dwell on the past, present, or future, party hard, and never fall in love. Easy.” — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“For the first time since we began our sparring match, I was suddenly aware of him—all of him. Aware of the soft black curls tumbling across his forehead; aware of the firm muscles on his chest and stomach; aware of… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“And…Dawn?” “Yes?” “Be careful.” “Be careful dancing?” He smiled. “The way you dance, that wouldn’t be bad advice.” Then he lost the smile and… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“Brooke groaned. “Couple or not, isn't he like from the 1800's? Chivalry isn't dead, you know.” “I can't believe you actually know what the… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“I said I wasn’t going to hurt you!” he growled, pinning me even further into the soft, wet earth. “But I never said that… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“Are we going to do this again?” I grumbled. “Do what?” “The damsel-in-distress and knight-in-shining armor bit.” Pain flashed in his eyes. “That's not… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“Oh, alright,” I conceded. “But if you try something, I swear I’ll use my pet dagger to cut off—” “I said I’d behave! Though,… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“I saw you fall. Are you okay?” he asked. “Yup, great,” I said, forcing a smile. “Dancing One, Dawn Zero.” — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“Do you see what I’m wearing?” A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “I do.” In a blink of an eye,… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“Sophie nodded. “She’s right. It’s almost like they were…zombies.” “Zombies?” I asked in disbelief. “I know how it sounds, but it’s the truth,” Brooke… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“His tone made me think that he wasn’t just talking about this date with Lena, but I didn’t have long to contemplate the thought.… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“I'm sure it's not what it looks like.” Sophie's meek voice held a note of pity. Brooke's, on the other hand, was laced with… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“Oh, alright. You’re no fun,” he sighed. “My name is Razor.” “What kind of a name is that?” “It’s a nickname.” “What kind of… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
“Sebastian then turned to the redhead. I didn’t want to know her name. I already had a perfectly fitting nickname for her in my… — Ada Adams Copy Share Image
