“The guy that's going to kick your ass for hurting her.”

“I had Lissa's number memorized and I sent her the following note:I know what you're going to do, and it is a BAD idea. I'm going to kick both your asses when I find you.”

“You had your heart broken much?”He paused. “Of course. Everyone does. Part of life.”“Tell me her name. I’ll kick her ass. I don’t want anyone hurting you.”He rested his face against my hair, his tone even and gentle when he spoke. “You’re wondrous and powerful and gifted, but even you can’t save me from hurting. No one can do that for anyone. I can make things perfect in the fictions I create, but the real world isn’t so kind. That’s just how it is. And anyway, for every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.”“Like what?”“Like little blonde nieces. And royalty checks. And you.”

“You should dress her better, you know." "I'm not interested in putting clothes on her," Adrian called as he steered me away. "Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face." "I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though.”

“That's the kind of guy you'd follow to hell and back.”

“Rose scowled. 'I should be the one staying. I should be Jill's roommate. No offense, Sydney. We need you for the paperwork, but I'm the one who's gotta kick anyone's ass who gives Jill trouble.”

“Because it gives him and excuse to be around her--without making it look like he gave in first. That way, he can still seem manly." "That's ridiculous." Especially the part about Christian being manly. "Guys do ridiculous things for love.”