“Gabriel’s going to be pissed.”It took Nick a second to answer. “Why?”“He’ll have to break his leg so people won’t be able to tell you apart.”

“You don’t have to tell me why, if you tell me why you won’t tell me why. Or at the very least tell me why you won’t tell me why you won’t tell me why.”

“If you have a gun, unload it. (Mike)Why? (Nick)Because if you don’t, you’re going to shoot this asshole which will only piss him off more. (Mike)”

“You’ve got to start admitting it.”“Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to break me?”“No, you won’t break. You’ll bend, but you won’t break. Because until you admit it, it’ll never really go away,” he said. “You might’ve taken control, but that man took something from you he shouldn’t have. And that’s not your fault—whether or not you gave in is irrelevant. Come to terms with it now, Isabelle, before it’s too late.”

“I tell you, one more insult and I’ll take his curling tongs and ram them so far up his arse he’ll be able to curl the damned thing from the inside.”

“What is he? Your personal lie detector? (Stryker)Something like that. (Zephyra)Why don’t you tell him the truth? I’m your pet dog you keep chained up so he won’t piss on your floor. (Jared)”