"That's fine. She's happy. That's great. But I'm different from her."

"Now you want to talk about you? Okay, then let's talk about you."

Charles' fingers sank into her arm again as he pulled her to an adjoining room just off the main reception hall.

"You want to live a normal life, don't you? Away from the horrible privilege you're used to? Or do we kill the scary bastards? But you know, Rosabella, I'd love to see you try. Go back to your life and date some normal guy. ...