And it’s always better, isn’t it, when you discover answers on your own?
Try to sleep. Tomorrow’s coming, whether we worry about it or not.
There is no way forward that isn’t through pain.
We have to tell each other the little things, the bad things. Maybe they’ll hurt for a while, but at least they won’t become big things. If we don’t, we’re just going to keep hurting each other. And I don’t want to do that anymore.
Fear is dangerous. It sparks violence much faster than anger.
My team – an actor, a drunk, and a sociopath – didn’t exactly inspire confidence.
He lay down, gathering her close. Aria slumped against him, turning her ear to his chest. She listened to his heartbeat – a good, solid sound – as the warmth of his body melted into her. She’d been in a fog earlier. Hallucinating and searching for what was real. She found it in him. He was real.
Perfect? He’d never used that word until she’d appeared in his life.
Everything seemed awesome, now that I wasn’t in the mental clutches of a demon.
Nobody ever drowned in their own sweat.
How did she do that? How did she make him feel weak and strong? Thrilled and terrified? He couldn’t find a way to return what she’d given him. He didn’t have the gift she did with words. All he could do was take her hand and kiss it, and bring it to his heart...
It felt strange introducing two people who meant so much to him. Like they should already know each other.
Whenever his eyes were on her, she felt so completely seen.
I don’t have to tell you what your temper’s like right now, do I? It’s the scent of stupidity.
Just because we failed once doesn’t mean we should stop trying.
Amazing. Three hundred years of segregation undone by a single girl. She must be as incredible as she looks.
Perry could no longer deny that it was common knowledge. Aria was the safest path to him. He wondered what he had done that sent that message so loudly. Wondered how after a lifetime of scenting others’ feelings, he could be so poor at shielding his own.
He had a prince’s looks but a pirate’s eyes.
He chased after her. Needed to reach her, though he didn’t know why. He was just sure in that certain senseless way of dreams.
A tingle ran down her back. This was so strange. Him, asking her this. Far more intimate than it should have felt. Because she knew he wanted to know. He didn’t ask empty questions or waste words.