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“Oh, this is nothing.” She laughs breathlessly. “You should see the damage I did to your pretty face.” My lips quirk into a smile as I lift my head toward hers. “Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“Her voice is breathy, barely audible as she whispers, “Because if you weren’t going easy on me, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I barely have enough time to be confused before she headbutts me.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“And with that, she’s striding away as I watch her retreating form. “Oh, and Kai?” she calls, her voice casual. And then I’m ducking. She spun, throwing the knife so suddenly that I barely had time to dodge before it sank into the wooden target a few feet behind me. “I don’t want your mercy. Next time we fight,” I can see her blue eyes smoldering from where I stand, “impress me.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren’t dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless