“Jericho.""Mac.""Thank you for saving my life. Again.”
“What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho”
“You're Mac, and I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters.”
“It was nice to meet you, Mila. Thank you for saving my life.”
“Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.”
“Thank you,” Livvie muttered from the passenger seat. “For what?” Caleb was still irritated. “For saving my life. Even if you’re just going to put it in danger again,” she whispered.”