It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed with sugar and coffee flavor.
Who knows more about male weakness: you or me? Use my knowledge, Sage.
Well, you can think what you want, so long as you remember – no matter how ordinary things seem between us – I’m still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will.
He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.
The bond was so strange at times. Jill was jealous on Adrian’s behalf.
Brayden met my eyes. His were hazel, almost like Eddie’s but with a little green. Not as much green as Adrian’s, of course. No one’s eyes were that amazingly green.
Don’t take the high ground and assume you already know what you’ll do. The truth is, when it comes to someone you love, you’ll find there isn’t anything you won’t do.
We’re pieces on a gameboard, Dr. March, and some of us are more powerful than others. You. Me. Her. We’re the ones the gods want. We’re the ones they’re fighting over.
You’ll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her, you will swear your loyalty to me.
You can put on as many airs as you want, but in the end, that dress is the same as you: an old, cheap design dressed up to look like its worth more than it is.
You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can.
I set off, off to kill the man I love.
Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows.
Do you think I’m pretty? I think you’re beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.
And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
There’s nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what’ll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.
Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.
I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.
I’m really not good with impulse control.
No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we’d been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?