I turn away, tempted to punch the glass. I’m in the gratest danger of my life, and I’m playing with my hair and wondering if the boy I can’t have-and refuse to let myself want-thinks...

Sheesh, one hot girl walks into the house and all trust vanishes. -Vane Weston

Fitz pulled her forward, and the warm tingling in her hand shot through her body–like a million feathers swelling underneath her skin, tickling her from the inside out.

Who is this woman, and what has she done with my ever worryng mother?

This is who I am.A fighter.A guardian.Stronger than the Stormers.Stronger than Vane.Beyond all emotion.I don’t give in to fear or pity or love. I’m the one in control.