Skye Ispurdy

“And speaking of Terms, we need to set a few ground rules here with...this," he said, clearing his throat and gesturing at the two of them.

"With what?" Lex said.

"That," Uncle Mort replied, pointing to a suspicious-looking mark on her neck.

Lex's hand flew to her throat while Driggs shifted, uneasy.
"Why?" he asked.

"Don't 'why?' me, Romeo. You know I trust you, but Lex is still my niece. In the absence of her father, it's up to me to do everything in my power to complicate and interfere with her budding love life."

Lex frowned. "Hey-”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“And you're going to help me find it."
"Oh, really?" he replied with a wry grin. "Why's that?"
"Because you promised to love me," she said in a dopey voice. "And, uh...honor me...and protect..."
He snickered. "Shut up, spaz.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Yeah, well, love doesn't always beat out the fear."
"Sometimes it does," he replied with a smile, pecking her on the nose.
"Christ, Driggs. You're turning into a Lifetime movie."
"Your defense mechanisms are captivating, as always.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Lex studied her. "Wait a sec. You're happy here?"
The expression on Cordy's face confirmed this. "Not gonna lie, Lex. It's pretty bitchin'."
"So I've been worried sick about you this whole time, picturing you miserable and wrecked and plotting my excruciating demise, and you're telling me this has all been a summer cruise?"
"Yeah. Sorry.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch