Bree Hodges

“I am going to marry you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to ask me first?” she inquired.
“I thought that would be redundant.”
“So you just assumed I would say yes.”
“Of course.”
Well how the hell was she supposed to argue with that, especially with him grinning down at her like that, and a happy sparkle in his vivid eyes? “You’re arrogant.”
“Hmm.” He shrugged as his hands stroked over her back. “And you love it.”
― Erica Stevens, Salvation

“If one of us had to die, it ought to be the one with poison in her heart.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“This will never happen again.

I hope not. If he comes back from a beheading I think that we can just give him his crown, throw him a party, and admit defeat.”
― Erica Stevens, Salvation

“After another half second, he's locked me in a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet a couple inches off the ground as I kick furiously with my heels, twisting my head back and forth, snapping at his forearm with my teeth.
And the whole time his lips tickling the delicate skin of my ear. "Cassie. Don't. Cassie..."
"Let...me...go."
"That's been the whole problem. I can't.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave