Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.

Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov.

I won’t lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop.
“I’m no expert,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “Well—actually, I am. And I’m pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that.

Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I’d get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn’t.

Escape plan number seventeen," I told her. "Run away and open a juice stand in Fresno."
"Why Fresno?"
"Sounds like the kind of place people drink a lot of juice.

Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days.
Unfortunately, it wasn't with me.