“Top Gun,” I whispered to Lindsey. We’d started pointing out Luc’s ubiquitous pop culture references, having decided that because he cut his fangs in the Wild West, he’d been entranced by movies and television. You know, because living in a… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I'll have you in my bed again, Sentinel. And at my side. That is a promise.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
