“The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Well, can you tell her that?" He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will." Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing?” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Soft sun shone down on a misty cathedral at the opposite end of a football-field length courtyard. The cathedral had a long… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!" "So many rules in this century," Vane muttered.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Do I look like I want to be involved in your teen love saga? Ask someone who cares.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“-No puedo seguir haciendo esto de ir hacia delante y hacia atrás contigo." "-Y no puedo ayudarme a mí mismo de quererte incluso cuando… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“What good is having the power of a god if you don’t know its purpose” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?” “You whacked me on the head with a ball!” “You deserved it.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
