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Zach. You can only call me Mr. Quinn when you're angry.
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Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.
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Where did you learn your charm—the gulag?
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As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.
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So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.
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Content in a way he’d rarely been before Mercy, he simply stroked her until she purred. It delighted him as it always did. “I made you purr.” A lazy yawn. “I’m faking it.
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You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back.
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Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.
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A naked blade sheathed in velvet, that was Raphael's voice.
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He couldn’t say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he’d learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she’d knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. “It’s fixed. As long as you don’t mind more than a few scars.
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She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.
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You," she managed to say hoarsely," are a very bad kitty cat.
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She wished he’d stop touching her. Not because she didn’t like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.
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There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)
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No, Nathan, no." She wrapped his face in her hands. "I just need you--all of you--so much that I'm going crazy. I need your laugh. I need your company. I need you to sleep beside me and I need you to wake when I wake. I need you with everything in me.
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Nothing in his touch said he considered her fractured, considered her damaged goods, and that gave her a freedom she wouldn't have believed possible.
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My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball." Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.
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I could've totally cut out your heart before you knew what was happening." "What stopped you?" "I thought Montgomery might've been pissed off at all the blood on the sheets." "Montgomery would never be something as uncouth as pissed off. Annoyed in an icily genteel manner, perhaps.
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He would do things for he'd do for no one else, but while he'd empty the sky for her so she could spread her wings, fly, he would not set her free. She belonged to him, would always belong to him
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Animals obviously ranked higher in Michaela's world view than humans. Having seen some of the things humans were capable of, Elena couldn't disagree.
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Pack is built on the bonds of family, of mating, of love. You come first. You always will.
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If you don’t need my backsight,” she said to Kaleb, “then why am I here?” He rose to his feet and, placing his hands on the table, leaned toward her until she could’ve reached out and run her fingers along his freshly shaven jaw. “You are here,” he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, “because you belong to me.
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Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.
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Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit