“So we’re talking into death? (Alix)Gods, I hope not. I don’t have on the right boots for it. These are only good for a mild ass-whipping. (Devyn)”

“I love you, Devyn Wade Kell, with everything inside me. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I know I’m just a piece of trash in your world, and I don’t expect you to share my feelings. (Alix)Don’t you ever say that to me again. Trash is something people throw away, Alix. I intend to keep you for the rest of my life. (Devyn)”

“No worries. They don’t scare me. (Devyn)All right, but if my brain matter ends up smeared against a wall, I’ll never forgive you. (Alix)”

“I love you, baby. And I want you to stay with me. Always. (Devyn)Believe me, there’s no place else I’d rather be. (Alix)Me, either, but I would rather we be naked. (Devyn)”

“She’s a slave. (Paden)You better be glad I’m cuffed or you’d be looking for your teeth right now. Alix Gerran isn’t a slave. She’s a lady, and I would die for her. (Devyn)”

“I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.” ...“Definitely right. Usually right,” Patch continued. “Mostly right. Maybe right.”