Unwanted Attention Quotes

“If only Sam could have stayed just like the Dog, she thought. A comforting friend without the complication of romantic interest.There had to be something she could do to completely discourage him, short of throwing up, or making herself totally unattractive.
"I'm thirty-five," she said at last.”
― Garth Nix, Lirael

“Nowhere in Matthew's league, their writing was execrable even if the sentiments were heartfelt. They were students at Middle Temple, and until she discovered they were all from wealthy families, Rosamund oft wonder how they would ever pass their studies if they continued to haunt the Phoenix instead of attending classes.
"They've decided you're the only object worth studying, señora," said Filip one day. "They would be experts in all things Rosamund."
"Better they spend time on other projects," she muttered, stealing a glance in their direction. "Something laudable upon which to bestow their inheritances."
"They're noblemen's sons," Filip replied. "They've no need of those things ordinary people require to elevate or enlighten them. You're the sun around which they orbit."
"Then they'd best beware lest they get burned.”
― Karen Brooks, The Chocolate Maker's Wife

“I heard Lucien first.

'Back off.'

A low female laugh.

Everything in me went still and cold at that sound. I'd heard it once before- in Rhysand's memory.

Keep going. They were distracted, horrible as it was.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

'I thought you'd seek me out after the Rite,' Ianthe purred. They couldn't be more than thirty feet through the trees. Far enough away not to hear my presence, if I was quiet enough.

'I was obligated to perform the Rite,' Lucien snapped. 'That night wasn't the product of desire, believe me.'

'We had fun, you and I.'

'I'm a mated male now.'

Every second was the ringing of my death knell. I'd primed everything to fall; I'd long since stopped feeling any guilt or doubt about my plan. Not with Alis now safely away.

And yet- and yet-

'You don't act that way with Feyre.' A silk-wrapped threat.

'You're mistaken.'

'Am I?' Twigs and leaves crunched, as if she was circling him. 'You put your hands all over her.'

I had done my job too well, provoked her jealousy too much with every instance I'd found ways to get Lucien to touch me in her presence, in Tamlin's presence.

'Do not touch me,' he growled.

And then I was moving.

I masked the sound of my footfalls, silent as a panther as I stalked to the little clearing where they stood.

Where Lucien stood, back against a tree- twin bands of blue stone shackled around his wrists.

I'd seen them before. On Rhys, to immobilise his power. Stone hewn from Hybern's rotted land, capable of nullifying magic. And in this case... holding Lucien against that tree as Ianthe surveyed him like a snake before a meal.

She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach.

And Lucien's eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin.

'That's enough,' I said.

Ianthe whipped her head to me. Her smile was innocent, simpering. But I saw her note the pack, Tamlin's bandolier. Dismiss them. 'We were in the middle of a game. Weren't we, Lucien?'

He didn't answer.

And the sight of those shackles on him, however she'd trapped him, the sight of her hand still on his stomach-

'We'll return to the camp when we're done,' she said, turning to him again. Her hand slid lower, not for his own pleasure, but simply to throw it in my face that she could-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin