I don’t think of it that way. Besides, it’s only temporary. Once Dad sees that—That what? That the idiot who kidnapped you, stole you again, and made you an accomplice to a bunch of criminals, still calls you his? Something tells me that you being on the honor roll ain’t gonna change him wanting to string me up.

Why?'He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. 'Because... You're you.

Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world. Why?

Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I say, swallowing as I try to rein in my overeager heart, “are still the same old charmer you always were.

I’d tell you not to swoon, but he’d catch you, so never mind.

He loved her when she was angry. And he was convinced it was because she was her most honest in those moments. ~Ruin.

Carefully bracing himself so that he wouldn't hurt her, he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.He raised his head. Her haunted sapphire eyes stared at him.'Daemon?' There was so much uncertainty in her voice.'Hello, sweetheart,' he said, his voice husky with the effort not to cry. 'I've missed you.'Her hand moved slowly, with effort, until it rested against his face. Her lips curved into a smile. 'Daemon.'This time, when she said his name, it sounded like a promise, like a lovely caress.

I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip away from me again.

Are you okay with what we ordered?” Angeline asked him. “You didn’t pipe up with any requests.” Neil shook his head, face stoic. He kept his dark hair in a painfully short and efficient haircut. It was the kind of no-nonsense thing the Alchemists would’ve loved. “I can’t waste time quibbling over trivial things like pepperoni and mushrooms. If you’d gone to my school in Devonshire, you’d understand. For one of my sophomore classes, they left us alone on the moors to fend for ourselves and learn survival skills. Spend three days eating twigs and heather, and you’ll learn not to argue about any food coming your way.” Angeline and Jill cooed as though that was the most rugged, manly thing they’d ever heard. Eddie wore an expression that reflected what I felt, puzzling over whether this guy was as serious as he seemed or just some genius with swoon-worthy lines.

Pure and soft, the melody is entrancing. Haunting. I’m glued to my seat, waiting, hoping for the next enthralling sound. I’d close my eyes if I weren’t afraid I’d miss a second of his performance.