“Go safely. Go safely, she thought to him. What a silly, empty thing it was to say to anyone, anywhere.”
“Will you keep me safe?” she whispered. ”I promise.” ”Then I’ll go anywhere with you.”
“I'm not going anywhere until you're safe," Christian says to me, real quiet. "Isn't that quaint. The chivalrous Unseelie prince with the dick of death," Ryodan mocks.”
“He had felt safe with what he had confided. It had been the same with Queenie. You could say things in the car and know she had tucked them somewhere safe among her thoughts, and that she would not judge him for them, or hold it against him in years to come. He supposed that was what friendship was, and regretted all the years he had spent without it.”
“Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water...”
“She felt oddly safe with him, though not safe from him.”