Struck by Jennifer Bosworth
"Why do you care?" I descended the steps until we were at eye level. "And why do you seem so familiar to me? Had we before today?"
Jeremy lowered his chin, turned his face away. He pulled a hand from his pocket and smoothed his hair down over his forehead. He glanced up at me through the tops of his glasses. His voice was soft. Low. "I've seen you before." - PG. 146
He stopped walking and turned, surprised, waiting until I approached. I had to get very close to see his face; it was so close to night in these trees. His face, older and lined, seemed vaguely familiar to me, though I couldn't remember where in town I'd seen him before. The hunter frowned a strange frown at me; I thought he looked guilty but I could've been reading into it. "Well, what are you doing here?" - PG. 57