Even Christian—the Poster Child For "smartass"—looked Grim.

"well, You've Finally Got A License To Kill. It's About Time." I Turned And Met The Amused Eyes Of Christian Ozera, A Onetime Annoyance Who'd Become A Good Friend. So Good, In Fact, That In My Joyous Zeal, I Reached Out And Hugged Him - Something He Clearly Didn't Expect. I Was Surprising Everyone Today. "whoa, Whoa," He Said Backing Up, Flushing. "it Figures. You're The Only Girl Who'd Get All Emotional About The Thought Of Killing. I Don't Even Want To Think About What Goes On When You And Ivashkov Are Alone."

He Froze, And For One Moment, We Stood Locked In Time. I Could Feel The Silk Of His Shirt Against My Skin And The Warmth Of His Body. The Lingering Scent Of The Overpriced Cologne He Wore Floated Around Me. No Smoke For A Change. I’d Always Told Him The Cologne Couldn’t Be Worth What He Spent, But Suddenly, I Reconsidered. It Was Amazing.

About Time," Christian Said. "lissa And Adrian Get The Market Share On Worrying About You, But They're Not The Only Ones. And Someone Needs To Put Adrian In His Place, You Know. I Can't Do It All The Time." "thanks. It Kills Me To Say This, But I Missed You Too. No One's Sarcasm Compares To Yours In Russia.

Hey Mason, Wipe That Drool Off You Face. If You're Going To Think About Me Naked, Do It On Your Own Time. -rose To Mason

I Tried To Dredge Up The Same Reaction Other Girls Had Around Marcus, But Nothing Happened. No Matter How Hard I Tried, I Just Didn't Have That Same Attraction His Hair Was Too Blond, I Decided. And His Eyes Needed A Little More Green.