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“Sometimes”
― Elle Cosimano, Finlay Donovan Is Killing It

“He regarded her for a long moment before bringing a hand to his chest. Before tapping it against his sternum. Once. Twice. The sign for mine. Her breath caught. Leaning in close, he pressed a kiss to the pulse beneath her ear. Her body arched instantly into his, like they were strung all together. Twin marionettes, their strings hopelessly twisted. A creature who walked with the dead and a woman who drew them close. He would never not be caught in her orbit. “Mine,” he said aloud. The word came out serrated.”
― Kelly Andrew, The Whispering Dark

“As a stricken man clutches my face between his hands, I send a silent thank-you to Dalton for suggesting I wash off the makeup. How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people. The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That’s how they recognize me, why I belong to them.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“for.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay