“If I didn't have Lincoln's butt to stare at the whole time, motivation would be a lot harder to come by.” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“It's going to be like an...aura, I guess." He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "Explain?" "Like even though there are outside forces pushing through the walls, in here it's like a bubble of goodness. Like coming home." I could feel him smiling and it encouraged me to elaborate. "When I think of how others would see it,… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share
“Linc?" "Yeah." "About the other thing my dad said to you," I cringed. "What else is he supposed to think?" he asked,… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“Linc, I have no idea what you're talking about. I actually thought that was kind of unbelievable as far as kisses go." I was glad we were in the dark and he couldn't see me blushing. He made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl of frustration. He pulled me in for a hug, which I fell into,… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share
I'm tipsy." I corrected, "and it's my birthday and I want to dance. Come one, Linc, it won't kill you. — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“I pushed passed him. He grabbed my hand and swung me back towards him. Then he pushed me against the wall and... he kissed me. He ran his thumb along my jawline and down my throat, hips pinning me to the wall. He kissed me slowly and with intensity, and once I got over the mind-numbing shock and comprehended what… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share
“Dad, youre so far off the mark I can't even...Lincoln hasn't pressured me at all!" I grabbed my bag and heaved it… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“I’d see this through to the end… This promise above all others, I will gladly keep.” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“If I didn't have Lincoln's butt to stare at the whole time, motivation would be a lot harder to come by.” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“His lips were soft, warm and felt overwhelmingly right against mine. I fell into it, oblivious to anything other than the safety in his… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“Maybe it’s not as clear-cut as that. Maybe it’s the very presence of one thing – light or darkness – that necessitates the existence… — jessica shirvington Copy Share Image
“started to sit up, but his hand snaked around my stomach and pulled me back to him. “You should try to get some more sleep,” he said. “I can’t,” I said. “Not until this is over.” He sat up beside me, taking my hand in his and quickly kissing the back of it before suggesting, “Run?” The man knows me.… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share
“It's going to be like an...aura, I guess." He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "Explain?" "Like even though there are outside forces pushing through the walls, in here it's like a bubble of goodness. Like coming home." I could feel him smiling and it encouraged me to elaborate. "When I think of how others would see it,… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share
“When I turned back, he was already walking away. It was a brilliantly clear day, not a cloud in sight, and yet the sun… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“ Thanks for giving me a place to sleep last night, and for the extra blanket. Vi. -Violet's note to Lincoln” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share
“And what about me, Violet? Do you love me?” “That’s not fair.” I looked down at my feet; my pants were covered in dirt and dried blood. He gave a sarcastic, empty laugh. “A lot isn’t fair. It’s not fair that I had to be the one to train you to be a Grigori. It’s not fair that I couldn’t… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share
“… his light to my dark. His truth to my lies. His sacrifices to my selfishness.” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“What are appropriate shoes?’ he asked, standing. ‘Shoes you can run for your life in,’ Gus answered helpfully. Then added, unnecessarily, ‘Welcome to the… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
