Sabrina

“It’s your own fault, Will. What did I tell you about walking?” “That I should leave it to the experts,”
― Jaymin Eve, Trickery

“Now she’s talking to her soul pieces.” Siret was back to being amused over my weird brain. “Can I keep her?” He turned pleading eyes on his brothers, only for Yael to spin in a flash and deliver a punch right into the centre of his chest.

“If anyone is keeping her, it’s me,” he snapped. “I won her fair and square.”

Oh for fuc—“Listen up, assholes. For the last time, I’m not a piece of furniture that you guys own, and can trade around when you feel like it—”
― Jaymin Eve, Persuasion

“I was scooped up against his chest, my legs dangling from the ground as though I was a child. “Do you ever wear clothes, doll?”

I shrugged. “Siret always makes them so tight that it’s much more comfortable this way.”

“Clever Siret.” I heard him murmur, but before I could say anything else, he did his flashing thing and everything went dark.”
― Jaymin Eve, Seduction

“I gave him a surprised look, but he only met my eye stubbornly. Challenging me to argue with him. Well … I wasn’t going to argue with him before, but he challenged me, dammit. I opened my mouth, ready to shoot off some retort, but the cage chose that moment to lurch, and I tumbled sideways into Rome.”
― Jaymin Eve, Trickery