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Book Quotes
BOOK ONE


Deborah hooted. "Our Nick? The only way he'd look at you is if you had four wheels and a clutch."
"And besides, he's taken," Faye said, and her smile reminded Cassie of a crouching jungle cat.
"You just said you wanted Jeffrey—"
"They both have their uses. Get this straight, Suzan. Nick and I have an…
arrangement. So you just back off and pick yourself a nice outsider, all right?"



"Okay, I'll take David Downey. I didn't really want Nick anyway. He's an iguana."
Deborah looked up. "He's my cousin!"
"He's still an iguana. He kissed me at the junior prom, and it was like kissing a reptile."



The second was tall, with dark hair and a handsome, cold face. He was wearing a
T-shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black jeans like Deborah's, and he was
smoking a cigarette. Nick? thought Cassie, remembering the girls' conversation
yesterday.
The reptile?



"Neither Faye nor Nick, the dark, coldly handsome boy who'd rescued Cassie's
backpack, showed up at all that week."



"Nick remained standing, a cigarette in his mouth."



"It's not all I can ask," Adam said.
"Ask away. You're not going to get anything more." Nick turned around. "I'm out
of here."




"The glass door swung open and Nick came in. His face was like a cold and
handsome stone, revealing nothing, but he sat down at the table beside Doug."



"Nick didn't smile, but then, Nick never smiled. His face was handsome, but cold."


BOOK TWO

Cassie was surprised Nick was even here; he wasn't the type to go to dances. He
was standing by a blond outsider girl who looked frankly spooked. As Cassie
watched, Faye made her way over to him and placed a hand with red-tipped
fingers on his arm.
Nick glanced down at the hand and stiffened. He threw a cold glance over his
shoulder at Faye. Then, deliberately, he shrugged her hand off, bending over the
little blonde, whose eyes widened. Throughout the whole incident his face
remained as wintry and remote as ever.
"Uh-oh," Laurel whispered. "Faye's trying to hedge her bets, but Nick isn't
cooperating."
"It's her own fault," Melanie said. "She kept after Jeffrey until the last minute."





The peach-colored house was run-down, and the garage was usually open,
showing the car Nick was continually working on.
Adam had said it was a '69 Mustang coupe, which was something special. Right at
the moment, though, it looked like a skeleton up on blocks.





Deborah shrugged. "Anyway, I thought I'd tell you-he gets in bad moods
sometimes. But that doesn't mean you should give up. Other times he's okay."
Cassie floundered, completely amazed. "Uh-well-I didn't mean-I mean, thanks,
but I wasn't really . . ."





God, he was handsome, but so cold . . . even now he looked completely
dispassionate, indifferent. The sun caught blue glints off his dark hair, and his
face was like a perfectly carved ice sculpture.



Nick tossed wet hair-blacker than onyx in the moonlight-out of his eyes and
grinned at her. Cassie had never seen him smile before. "Surrender," he
suggested.



Nick was smoking silently, away from the rest of the group, watching them with
narrowed eyes.



BOOK THREE
"See, I've always hated living with Deb's parents; I always felt like I owed them
something. It put me in a permanent bad mood, I guess. I felt like my mom and
dad screwed up somehow, getting themselves killed in a hurricane so their kid
had to be supported by other people. It made me hate them---and my aunt and
uncle, too."



"I know," Nick was saying in a low voice, "that you're not in love with me. I know
I'm not him. But, Cassie, I like you. I like you a lot, more than any girl I've ever
seen. You're so decent to people, you're not hard, but inside you're tough as
Deb. Tough as me, maybe." He laughed shortly.

[.....]

"Look, Cassie, I can't explain what it is about you---you're good but you're tough.
You can take it. And you've got the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen."



"I said I knew you weren't in love with me. But if you just want to give it a try---I'll
be there when you need somebody. We could have some fun," he added, as
lightly as she'd ever heard Nick speak.
"Get to know each other."




She kissed not to think. Kissing was good for that. Suzan had been dead wrong
about Nick. He wasn't an iguana. Little lines of fire ran along Cassie's nerves,
tingling her fingers. She felt warm all over.
Eventually, they both broke it. Cassie looked up at him, her fingers still
intermeshed with his.
"Sorry," she said unsteadily. "I was just scared."
"Remind me to get you scared frequently," Nick said. He looked slightly dazed.




"I'm going to have to live a life of single blessedness," she mumbled.
Nick threw back his head and laughed. Real laughter. Cassie looked at him,
embarrassed, but glad that at least he was smiling.



"I'm glad I met you," she said. "You've been so nice to me---you're such a good
guy."
He snorted again. "Most people would disagree," he said. "But I'm not so bad. I'll
have to make sure I'm not, or I'll still see you looking at me with those big
eyes."



Nick joined her, his eyes cold and angry. "Power of ice have I over thee."



Cassie looked at them all, her coven, laughing and arguing and debating with
each other. She looked at Nick, who was leaning back, looking amused, and he
caught her eye and winked.

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