Veiled

I should have known what I was getting into with you.” “Oh please,” I tell him. “I am a motherfucking delight.

Hell isn’t fire and brimstone. It’s New York City.

Dex has always had an aura of cool about him but right now he could be just about any dork drooling over his idol. What a twatwaffle.

It’s impossible to not believe in God when you see all the good in the world.

When you wake up from a nightmare, the reality comforts you. When you wake up from the best dream ever, reality is a burden, a slap-in-the-face reminder that you could feel this, you could have this, but you don’t and you won’t.

The normal I’ve always wanted to be will now never be reached. It was always in my grasp…but it’s just smoke in my hand.

You have a fight ahead of you, one that goes far beyond what you’ve seen in your dreams.” Well fucking hell. “Please tell me some good news,” I whisper to him, my nails digging into my palm. “Your bedside manner sucks.” “I’m your good news.

The first rule of Hell is: don’t talk about Hell.

Sometimes I look at you and I wonder,” he says, his voice taking on a strange quality, like it’s being filtered, muffled, “what power your blood could bring.” It’s not what he says at the end there that makes my blood run cold. And it’s not the Irish accent that he says it in. It’s that when I look at his eyes, I don’t see Jay anymore. I see someone else entirely. Stare into the abyss and the abyss stares right back. Silas Black. “Ada!

Oh, please,” I tell him. “I am a motherfucking delight.” Another

I feel like this is totally a moment for Perry and Dex, considering they’ve been to Hell and back (again, literally) and seem to understand each other on this basic, soulmate kind of level. I guess it’s kind of inspiring to see a couple such as Dawn and Sage still together, considering they seem to have gone through something similar. True love binds. Of course that makes me have a tiny pity party for myself, complete with festive hat, confetti, and party horn that makes a pathetic little toot, since I also seem to be damned with these afflictions and yet I’m still alone. Finding someone who understands me seems pretty much impossible. That

Yes,” I tell him, too afraid to be annoyed. “But the light was on. It turned on, by itself, just as I was about to open the door. I heard . . .” I trail off, not sure if I should say anything else. Perry is watching me closely. “Heard what?” I swallow hard and give her a pleading look. “I heard mom,” I whisper. “You know that’s not her,” she says to me but I can’t quite agree. Dex frowns at us, then looks around him. He quickly moves to the desk and grabs the pencil I was using to sketch and holds it like a knife. “What the hell are you going to do with that?” Perry hisses. “Draw the ghosts?

People say things are going to be Hell without even the slightest notion of what Hell is.

I tried to take a selfie or ten. Lame, maybe, but I hadn’t posted to IG in a few days now and since I actually make money from my account for posting things like my outfits, then it’s something I can’t really neglect, demons or not. “What are you doing?” Jay asks, leaning across the roof of the car and watching me curiously. I chuck the duffel bag a few feet from me to get it out of the shot and try another angle, holding the iPhone far above my head. A lone scraggly-haired man in his pajamas exits his room, heading to the vending machine. He looks at me like I have a screw loose. Whatever. He probably takes dick pics so he should know all about getting the right angle.

I’m pretty sure there are some things in the dark that we’re not meant to see.

But the more time I spend with you . . . the more like you I become.” He pulls back and I’m left with that heavy, yet strangely flattering, confession. I’m not sure what I should say. So I awkwardly mumble, “Well, be prepared to become totally awesome.

I never realized how much I loved life until I knew it was being taken away.

It’s funny how your mind can be open, expansive, to almost anything but when there’s a hard limit, something your brain can’t make that extra leap for, it all shuts down.

You can learn a lot about a person through their dreams. It’s your subconscious, split open and bare for all to see.

I’ve seen him before you know. In real life.” “What? When?” I catch a twinge of hurt in her voice for not filling her in on it earlier. “When I was at Sephora,” I tell her. “So he’s a metrosexual ghost as well?” Dex asks.

A young body, a young heart, and endless courage. That last part is the most important. Don’t let anyone tell you any differently. Why do you think we used to send so many kids your age off to war?

They say you’re only as old as you feel but try telling that to a ninety-year-old on their deathbed, just wishing he could do all the bloody things he wants to do.

...seeing ghosts and demons just lends itself to listening to White Zombie and Slayer and Fantomas on repeat. One Direction and Selena Gomez are for the girls who don’t see dead people every fucking day.

I may be immortal but I am still a man with blood pumping in my veins.” He moves an inch closer. My skin heats up. Every nerve is burning. “You are off-limits. You are forbidden to me. And all it does is make me want you more.

You’re destined for something great, Ada, I know this. And it’s an honor to help see you through it.

The past doesn’t define us. It’s what we do here and now, today, that does. This world was built on second chances.

I can promise you I have your best interests at heart. I always have.

I don’t even really know who you are.” “I’m the one who has your back,” he says. “And I’ve been watching you for a very, very long time.

Well, hell hath no motherfucking fury like a woman scorned.