“What matters is the face you show the world, not the quaking mess behind it.”

“My hands wrapped around his waist, traveling up the broad expanse of his back, mooth and hard, and..."Give it a rest, already," Tod snapped from somewhere behind his brother. "It already smells like sex in here, and you're both still dressed. You have no idea how messed up that is.”

“There's pressure, but that's true no matter who you are or what you do.”

“As soon as the door closed behind my father, Alec turned to me, coffee mug halfway to his mouth. "You faced down a hellion to rescue three people from the Netherworld. Why the hell is he trying to protect you from me?"I could only shrug. "He's my dad. That's what he does.”

“I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter.”

“It already smells like sex in here, and you're both still dressed. You have no idea how messed up that is.”

“How is it wrong to put everything you have into getting what you want most in the world?”