Immortals are, by definition, immortal. End of story.
I didn’t like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.
Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.
If I propose, you’ll know it. For one thing, I’ll be hyperventilating.
I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.
Seth was a wonderful kisser. He gave the kind of kisses that melted into your mouth and filled you with sweetness. They were like cotton candy.
Ooh. Top secret angel business, huh? What’re you going to do? Dance on a pinhead? Lobby for National Cute Puppy Day?
The love in his eyes was so powerful, I needed to look away. Seth had an amazing grasp of the English language, but there were days when that skill was nothing compared to what he told me in his looks.
I disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. “Who’s Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?” “They won’t accept the charges,” I murmured.
Nah. I’m a consultant, of course. Everyone’s favorite nondescript yet well-paid white-collar job.
His eyes, I’d long since discovered, could be as eloquent and expressive as his pen. The messages they sent me now hardly seemed decent for a public setting.
I can be a good friend, or a bad enemy.
Dimitri was on a first name basis with one of the most badass guardians around. Of course, Dimitri was pretty badass himself, so I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Stop bitching and try again.
Your truths are worse than your lies.
Giving advice was a lot harder than following it.
Good God. Men everywhere.
Well, you’ve finally got a license to kill. It’s about time.
I’ll find you. There is no place in this world you can hide from me. I’m watching. Love, Dimitri.
Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. “Don’t look down then,” he whispered.