Bella is a terrible friend and forgot her own personality as soon as a pretty boy that wasn’t one of the other five boys in love with her decided to be moody, cryptic and threatening in her direction. Good thing he’s a cold marble made of glitter and Greek god. Every time she said his voice and laugh were musical all I could think of was wind chimes. It was dumb and bad and I will be reading the next one, but keep your cold lips to yourself.