“I'd never been a good damsel in distress. I was a "hands-on" damsel.”

“Then I smiled at her, right before I grbbed a handful of copper hair and yanked her out of the chair. Screw being a better person.”

“What?” I whined, and tried to push his hands away.He cursed and gripped me tighter. “Wake up!” he yelled. When I didn’t, he slapped my cheek.My eyes flew open and I sputtered in shock. “What? Just let me go back to sleep!”“I can’t! You’ve lost a lot of blood. If you go to sleep, you’ll die.”

“Lucian is nothing to me. What you saw in that office was bizarre. He must've been high on power or meth.”

“I have to go. I have a finite amount of life left and I don't want to spend it arguing with you.”

“One minute she acts like she wants to be with me and I'm the one rejecting her. The next, she's got this barbed wire fence and barking dogs around her, like I can't even ask her the simplest questions.""And here I was assuming you didn't care about her."Stabbing his fingers through his hair, he groaned, "I don't!""And you make it perfectly clear." Men. Idiots.”

“I glanced down at the dumbbel and pictures it flying across the room- at his face. But it was sch a nice face, andI'd hate to ruin it.”