Grace

“Because I ‘like you’...?” Rowan cackles an incredulous laugh. “Like. You. Seriously…? Christ, Sloane. You are fucking brilliant but also the most willfully oblivious person I have ever met. Do you really think I just like you when I framed a drawing you left for me on a scrap of paper you tore from a notebook? The one I hung it in the kitchen so I can look at it every day and think of you? Do you think I just like you when I tattoo it on my skin? I play this fucking game every year and tear my heart out watching you walk away, only to do it all over again, and I like you? You think I just like you when I fuck you like this?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Sugar, you deserve to go out on your own terms. Just because you got dusted doesn’t mean you’re done.”
― Lyla Sage, Done and Dusted

“I think we’re officially best friends now,” she says.  “Oh yeah? Do you want to go do karate in the garage?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I took a pull of the whiskey before setting the bottle on my desk, but I didn’t swallow. I leaned into Emmy, my hand on her throat still keeping her pinned to my office door, and spit the whiskey in her mouth.”
― Lyla Sage, Done and Dusted