QUOTE : Victoria was so wrong about me. I expected them to put me first, above everyone else.<br />I am selfish. I am weak. I am bad.<br />And I need Jasper. I need him like I need air to breathe. No—somehow, that cliché doesn’t seem quite right. He’s more like a shot of whiskey after a hard day. A burst of heroin in my burning veins.<br />He is my drug. My ambrosia.<br />I can’t live without him.