“If you're referring to yourself as a 'grown-up', then you're still totally a kid. 'Grown ups' call themselves adults” — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“They’re not really homes. More like houses where we sleep. Where we eat—if we’re lucky. Where we cry and fight. Where we bleed and break. Where we cower and scream. Where we give up. Where we sigh. Where we barely… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“And your plan is what?" Nate said as he and Scarlet followed after him. "You're just going to drive around until you see a sign that says Raven's Secret Hostage Lair ?" Tristan wasn't sure what he was going to do, but hanging out in an alley all night certainly wasn't going to bring Gabriel back any faster. "What's the… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share
“The grassy park was lined with dozens of kissing booths. Twinkle lights draped back-and-forth between tall trees, making a canopy of stars above the red and pink tables below. People were lined up at each booth, applying lipstick and perfume as they readied for their purchased kisses. Behind the booths stood a large white gazebo housing a group of musicians.… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share
“Gabriel glanced down. “Seriously, Tristan? You drive around with a trunk full of weapons?” “Of course.” “Why?” “Because I’m the family bad guy.” — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“I’m just a bloody guy in a bathroom waiting for the girl of my dreams to realize that she’s in love with me.” — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“Before he knew he was immortal. Before life was no longer fragile. Those were the days when life truly meant something. When life was… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?” “I shot him with an arrow.” “What kind of arrow?” “A sharp one.”… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“This wasn’t the dark, tormented Tristan from her previous lives looking at her with his little boy grin. This was Hunter. Which was wonderful and terrible at the same time. Bossy, dark Tristan Scarlet could avoid. But charming, sweet Tristan? Scarlet was going to be putty in his hands. No. I will not be putty. I will be hard as… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share
“I never said I would be helpful. I said I would ask permission before stabbing you.” — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“I’d rather listen to polka than to a scorned woman screaming about how all men are no good.” With a sugar-sweet tone, I say,… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“Tristan whistled as he flipped a few more pancakes. Scarlet looked at Nate and sighed. “Would you talk some sense into him? Please?” Nate stopped chewing and watched Tristan set a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of Scarlet with a fork. ”What are you doing?” Tristan smiled at him. “Want some pancakes?” “See?” Scarlet said to Nate, exasperated.… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share
“Tristan was looking at him again. "What are you looking at?" Gabriel snapped. Tristan was trying not to smile. "You tell me." Gabriel rolled… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
“Heather looked Scarlet up and down for the first time that day. “The brown shirt, Scarlet? Wow. I know you’ve already snagged the most delicious thing to ever walk this earth—” Heather shot Gabriel a smile, “but you’ve still gotta try to look like you care. No brown. I repeat, no brown. Brown looks like death on you.” Scarlet smiled… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share
