The Golden Lily (Bloodlines, #2)

by Richelle Mead

“He loves that you love the car more than he does and thinks it’s awesome you’re getting so good in your defense class. Not that that’s a surprise. You’re always so good at everything, and you don’t even realize it. You don’t even realize half the things you do—like how you watch out for others and never even think about yourself.”

I’m just going to be out there—having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind.

“What happened to me not having to do anything I didn’t want to do? And you nobly defending me?” One of his knowing little smiles played over his lips. “Well. That was back when you didn’t want to do this because it challenged all your beliefs. Now that the line is crossed, your problem seems to be a little pessimism and not believing you can do this. And honestly, that’s bullshit.”

“You’re in an awfully good mood,” he observed. “Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?”