Monica

“You're crying?" he said.
"No, I- " I tore my gaze away. "Just dust. From the path. Simon's that way."
I tried to pass him, but he stooped, trying to get a loom of my face. When I wouldn't let him, he caught my chin. I jerked back, flinching at his touch, heart thudding at it, too.
I told myself Simon was wrong. I'd never be dumb enough to fall for Derek. But I had. With him so close, my stomach kept doing weird flips. It wasn't fear. It hadn't been fear for awhile.
"You have been crying," he said, voice softer.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

“So I was right, wasn't I? It's still you, even in wolf form.'
He grunted.
No sudden uncontrollable urges to go kill something?'
He rolled his eyes.
Hey, you're the one who was worried.' I paused. 'And I don't smell like dinner, right?'
I got a real look for that one.
Just covering all the bases.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

“Stupid bitch,' Tori muttered. 'oh let's take the necromancer with the superpowers to the cemetery. Of course you aren't going to raise the dead, you silly girl.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

“Your heart .That’s all I want. That’s the best thing you can give me”
You stole that that before we even met”
I don’t want to be a thief. I want you to give it”
His arms tighten around me, and his mouth presses on mine again.
It’s yours Beth”. His words flow into my soul and twist me into knots.
You know it’s yours”
― Angela Morrison, Sing Me to Sleep