His eyes searched mine. “Thank you.” “For What?” I loved the feel of his arms around me and how I fit against him, hard against soft. He trailed his fingers over my arm, and I was amazed by how he could make me shiver. “For everything,” he said.
I’m not going to do anything stupid. And even if what I plan is risky and insane, it’s a well-thought-out level of stupidity.
I keep smiling, giving Ash a little wink before turning around. Daemon stood there with two cups, one eyebrow arched. “Bad little Kitten,” he murmured. Grinning, I stretch up and kissed him.
Okay, you’re prone to moments of great dickdom, but you’re not that bad.
I lost myself the moment I found you.
Oh no I know that look. What are you thinking? That this is the most ridiculous declaration of attraction I’ve ever heard.
He hadn’t left, and apparently, Seth was a cuddler.
I’ll do anything for her.
Daemon was the pissy pink elephant in the room with a bad attitude.
Arum: But where will your arrogance be when we absorb your powers? Daemon: In the same place as my foot. You know, as in up your ass.
No. Sorry. You have spent months being the biggest jerk to me. You don’t get to decide to like me one day and think I will forget that. I want someone to care for me like my dad cared for my mom. And you aren’t him.
Daemon was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Hair messy from sleep, flannel pajama bottoms rumpled. No shirt. Three feet plus of snow outside, and he was still half naked.
That simple act stole my breath, my heart. But even as he pulled away, I realized that he couldn’t steal something he already had.
Me and Katy look adorkable in extraterrestrial highway shirts. You would just look stupid. You can thank me later.
Don’t look at me like I’ve kicked a baby pegasus into the street.
How in the world did they just jump from politics, to a ball, and now to daimon attacks? And here I’d thought I had the attention span of an ant on Red Bull.
You really shouldn’t trust a soul in this game. Not when everyone has something to gain or lose.
Daemon stomped past them, bumping into his brother’s shoulder. “You make my head hurt”, he said, scowling. “And you make me all warm and fuzzy inside”.
I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.
What is it with the St. Delphi brothers and their attraction to halfs?