Racheljane

“What makes you think I have any leverage over her?”
“Because she’s been saying your name in her dreams.”
A shock of pleasure moves through me. Automatic endorphin rush. “What? Really?”
“No.”
“Wow, okay, fuck you.” Warner actually smiles. It’s one of his rare grins, dimples appearing and disappearing just to mess with your head. He goes from murderer to boy next door to murderer in two seconds flat. “Look how disappointed you are,” he says softly. “How delighted you were when you thought a minion of The Reestablishment, sent here to kill you and your entire family, was having inappropriate dreams about you.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Watch Me

“I've never been on one of these things before." My seatmate seems unimpressed, but he's been dead for at least twenty minuets now, so no surprise there. Earlier I found a roll of mints, some kind of diet milkshake, and two chocolate bars taped together with a note that read 'You're better than this' in the glove box. I jam the remaining half of the chocolate bar into my mouth now, chewing thoughtfully. I glance at Jeff. "You were to hard on yourself, man. You didn't eat the chocolate and now look at you-you're dead." I rip open the second chocolate bar, take a huge bite, then inspect the label on the diet milkshake. "What is this shit, Jeff? Why were you drinking this garbage?”
― Tahereh Mafi, Watch Me