— Wait, Dad said not to do anything crazy.
— Me defying your dad isn't crazy. It's consistent.

— Who am I gonna kill? Should it be... vampires? Maybe witches? How about some werewolves?
— Why not try all three?

My mom used to read us fairy tales for bedtime stories. They were so calming. There was good guys and bad guys. Very clear rules that you had to follow. It all made sense. Unlike my life.

I'm either the powerful, petty bitch or the good, weak victim.

You weren't looking for a reason to stay. You were looking for an excuse to go.

You're scared of your own humanity coming back. Of feeling what it felt like when you killed Landon. All that sadness. Cling to your defense mechanism all you want, but when it crumbles... and it will, you'll have an even bigger mess than what you had before. Even the almighty Tribrid can't outrun her trauma forever.