Darling, your entire existence is a revolution.

“I could feel an old reaction from him—his emotions trying to curl around and sever the heavy, girded ties between us. Leaving first before…

— Anne Zoelle

“I wanted to reach for him—like a drowning woman being offered a lifeline—but instead clenched my shaking hands into fists and continued walking without…

— Anne Zoelle

“Hooded eyes shifted to me. “Marry me.” “I thought we were already engaged?” I asked, yawning. “Don't say such lovely things, darling. I'll hold…

— Anne Zoelle

“I let you in.” He reentered my space, as if he could do nothing else. “I let you get close, so I could get…

— Anne Zoelle

“Constantine's grin was lazy, but edged. His only real emotions were ever displayed around Ren, and she wasn't here. It made him dangerous and…

— Anne Zoelle

“Dare's going to bring you more trouble,” Olivia said, as if she too understood that volatility was more perilous than cold dislike. “You know,…

— Anne Zoelle

“Constantine's face softened. “Perhaps.” He touched my cheek and wiped the silver-gold tear there. Mindful of the crowd, I pulled fingers through my tangled…

— Anne Zoelle

“His warm fingers slid along my cheek, then wrapped into my hair. He leaned down to rest his forehead against mine and closed his…

— Anne Zoelle

“He wrapped his fingers into my hair, the movement gentling almost immediately, but palms still firm against my cheeks. “I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere. And…

— Anne Zoelle

“Darling, no,” Constantine said. “Love admit-and-runners don't get to have a say.” He smiled slowly. “I'll remember that.”

— Anne Zoelle

“For a time, I had hoped I might find the end of your wire. Then it became more of a chore,” Constantine said jadedly.…

— Anne Zoelle

“I grabbed Constantine and my fingers scrabbled for any bare skin I could find, pushing cloak and shirt aside for unhampered touch, face digging…

— Anne Zoelle

“Leandred never uses magic without reason. He’s not going to freak out and do magic because he experiences emotion. It’s doubtful, anyway.” Patrick shrugged.…

— Anne Zoelle

“—watching as a galaxy was born, cosmic events swirling in endless lines and patterns around it. Endless possibilities and explorations. I reached out with…

— Anne Zoelle

“Constantine leaned in and curled a piece of my false hair around his finger. “We should do lunch instead,” he said, entirely audible so…

— Anne Zoelle