Hayley

“I guessed I’d been out of it when he’d (Hephaestus) showed. “I can’t believe Apollo hit me with a god bolt.”

“I can’t believe Aiden punched him,” Marcus said, downing the rest of his wine.

“What?” My mouth dropped open. “You did not.”

The half-grin spread until a dimple appeared in his left cheek. “I did.”

“All those times you yelled at me for hitting people, and you hit a god?” I couldn’t believe it.

That half-grin turned into a full smile. “This was a different situation.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Apollyon

“Jealous is an ugly thing.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Sentinel

“Michael grew silent, his gaze softening as he looked from me to Will, and a dim light of hope flickered in my heart. “You would mourn for him.”

“Yes, I said. “I would mourn him forever with a broken heart. This human soul has given me so many blessings and curses. I’m the only one of our kind who has ever felt the most perfect happiness and the truest sorrow - because of this soul. My love for my Guardian is one of those blessings. It’s not a curse.”

“You can,” I promised. “Please trust me. I need all the help I can get, and that includes yours. If you kill my Guardian, then I will never forgive you. I can’t be at war with you too. Please, please, Michael, my brother. Don’t kill him.

…

A tear caught on the edge of my lips. “Do you love me as your sister?”

His mouth opened to reply, but nothing came out.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You’re worried about me, because you love me. Don’t be afraid of feeling anything. our Father made us this way. He wouldn’t make a mistake.”

“I…,” Michael said, and emotion spilled over his face. His brow furrowed with exhaustion and he seemed overwhelmed by what he felt. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. “You are my sister, Gabriel.”

“Then don’t do this.” I begged him.

He was quiet again for several agonising moments, returning to his emotionless state. “Keep him. I have faith in you, Sister.

Will and I breathed sighs of relief, but it was a few seconds before Michael withdrew his sword. His expression remained unchanging as he lifted Will’s death warrant.”
― Courtney Allison Moulton, Shadows in the Silence

“What are you afraid of?” I asked again.
“I thought you said I was afraid of
nothing once,” he threw back.
“I did.”
Aiden shifted slightly and his thumb
caressed the curve of my cheek. “I’m
afraid of something.”
“What?” I whispered.
He drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m afraid of never being allowed
to feel what I do.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Deity