Her gaze shifted away. “I don’t remember my dreams anymore.” It was like she was confessing a dirty secret. And maybe it was, because even though he hated the dreams, each time he had them,...

She tried to think of the right thing to say – something that would make him leave her alone. If she said she could defend herself he’d want her to prove it. But if she...

If she was going to die she wanted to go out with chocolate in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.

Life is about juggling obligations, Valerie. You need to study smarter, not harder.

The calmness was fracturing, tendrils of fear seeping through her mind like ivy. Once the fear consumed her, she’d run.