“What’s this?” “An apology, of sorts.” I made a moue, but slipped the lid from the top . . . and then my breath left me. Inside the box sat a baseball, its well-worn white leather marked by the signatures… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I will have both of you," he said. "My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I wouldn’t let you leave the House if I didn’t—there’s too much at stake.” “At stake. Ha-ha.” At his frown, I winced. “Sorry. I… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“Stop. That was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened." "No?" "No." "I could offer you more.” "What?” "Power. Access. Rewards. You’d need be available… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“Fair enough" I gave him. "But you've got really nice shoes." He blinked, then cast a dubious glance at his boots. "They were in… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I swear to God, it never ends!” Ethan roared. “Not when you’re immortal,” Malik agreed. “That’s actually the point.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“That’s tough. Anything I can do?” “Just stay in play as my backup.” I nearly swerved the car off the road. “I’m sorry—your backup?”… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I stepped back, pivoted on a heel, and swivelled my hip for a side kick. It probably seemed, to a casual observer, that I… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I'll have you in my bed again, Sentinel. And at my side. That is a promise.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“There are those amongst us who have erred, deeply and significantly. Who have wounded the world and broken themselves. The worst of them lose… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“There was a time,” he finally said, “when I would have acknowledged your reticence and given you time and space to reach your own… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“A friend once told me the hurt that came with the end of a relationship was painful because it was the death of a… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“Supernatural healing was a handy trick for an absentminded vampire, although it would make my enemies harder to kill. Tit for tat, I guess.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“Gaslight Goods. Let us be your light in the midst of life's darkness, the sunlight in your foggy day, the candle in your wind.… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I lightly grasped the edges of my shirt and dropped into a neat curtsy, batting my eyes coquettishly. “Thank you, Liege,” I said, Gratefully… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
