Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Did you think he was just some lazy pure-blood who needed protection?” His voice dripped sarcasm.“Well he looks like one! How was I supposed to know he was secretly Rambo in Dockers?”

“Do you know why a heart lays claim? Survival. That heart lays its claim to ensure survival of its kind.”

“Your momma wanted to save you--save you from your fate. If she hadn't, you'd be nothing but a memory and a fear long forgotten. Just like all you who mix the breeds. What they want you two for, what they have planned." She shook her head again and when she looking at me, sorrow etched across her face. "They fear you, fear what comes from you. I told you child. I told you that your path was filled with dark things tat must be done.”

“Are you lost, Lea? This isn't where they're handing out the free pregnancy tests.”

“Whatever! Go save a dolphin or something!"He whirled around. "It's a whale, Alex, a whale! That's what I'm interested in saving."I threw up my arms. "What's wrong with saving dolphins?”

“Dawson sprang off the bed, but his feet never touched the floor beside it. He hovered, staring down at himself. He was glowing. Like in full motherfreaking alien mode up in her house, in her bedroom.”

“Daemon stomped past them, bumping into his brother's shoulder. "You make my head hurt", he said, scowling. "And you make me all warm and fuzzy inside".”

“how could he explain what happened? 'hey, honey, i'm an alien and apparently i just doused you with some radioactive loving! wanna catch a movie?' Yeah, not cool.”

“Ah, i just know. That's my talent, if you were wondering. I just know things." She rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. "What a unique talent""I know. I amaze myself”

“I don't want to know about love.''But you should, my child. You need to know about love. The things people will do for love. All truths come down to love, do they not? One way or another, they do. See, there is a difference between love and need. Sometimes, what you feel is immediate and without rhyme or reason.' She sat up a little straighter. 'Two people see each across a room or their skin brushes. Their souls recognize the person as their own. It doesn’t need time to figure it. The soul always knows... whether it’s right or wrong.”

“It’s just words and words mean nothing. Only action does.”

“¿De venir aquí, golpear hasta el cansancio a Simon y reclamar a mi chica???—Daemon♥”

“—No no soy nada para ti—Tú eres definitivamente algo...♥”

“Por favor. No puedo perderte. Por favor abre tus ojos. Por favor no me dejes...♥—Daemon♥”

“¿Qué estoy haciendo? Si ellos se dan cuanta de lo que he hecho...Pero no puedo. No puedo perderla....♥—Daemon♥”

“Daemon arched a brow. 'Are you feeling me up, Kat? I'm liking where this is heading.”

“She's a stupid-''Be careful what you say next.' Daemon's voice was low but carried. 'Because what you don't know and what you can't possibly understand will get a bolt of light in your face.'My eyes widened, as did pretty much everyone's in the room. Ash swallowed thickly and turned her cheek, letting her blonde hair cover her face. 'Daemon,' Mr Garrison said, stepping forward. 'Threatening one of your own for her? I didn't expect this from you.”

“For a moment, I pretended. Not that we weren't two different species, because I didn't see him that way, but that we actually liked each other. And then he shifted and rolled. I was on my back, and he was still on the move. His face burrowed into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Sweet baby Jesus...Warm breath danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body. His arm was heavy against my stomach, his leg between mine, pushing up and up. Scorched air fled my lungs. Daemon murmured in a language I couldn't understand. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful and soft. Magical. Unearthly. I could've woken him up but for some reason I didn't. The thrill of him touching me was far stronger than anything else. His hand was on the edge of the borrowed shirt, his long fingers on the strip of exposed flesh between the hem on the shirt and the band of the worn pajama bottoms. And his hand inched up under the shirt, across my stomach, where it dipped slightly. My pulse went into cardiac territory. The tips of his fingers brushed my ribs. His body moved, his knee pressed against me. I gasped. Daemon stilled. No one moved. The clock on the wall ticked. And I cringed.”

“His hand rested above my hip, having a totally different impact on me. My skin tingled underneath the chiffon. Daemon cleared his throat as he glanced away. 'You...you look beautiful, by the way. Really too good to be with that idiot.”

“You don't look like an alien!' It seemed important to point that out. He arched a brow. 'And what do aliens look like?''Not...not like you,' I sputtered. 'They aren't gorgeous--''You think I'm gorgeous?' He smiled.”

“Daemon stilled above me. 'I won't hurt you, Kat.' His tone was softer, but still laced with fury as he tried to control me without doing any real damage. 'I could never hurt you.”

“Swimming was the last thing I wanted to do. Drowning him? Maybe.”

“So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.”

“You better have had a baby, killed someone, or slept with a pure. Those are your three options. Anything less is unsuitable.”

“Then I should be relieved to know what I was told an hour ago is false. It wasn't you who yanked a girl--by her hair--out of chair in the common lounge area.”

“I was gonna be super pissed in the afterlife if I died a virgin in this crap hole.”