Bea

“You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my brows.
“Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder.
I scoff. “What are you waiting for?”
“It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.”
“What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You’re making us look bad. Stop it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“My house. My chair. My woman.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing