Manseerat

“Nice vest, Sophie,” said Luca, straight off the bat. “I can barely see you.”
“Luca.” I tore my attention away from Nic for the amount of time needed to throw his brother a contemptuous glare. “A pleasure, as always.”
[…]
“Ignore Luca. That’s just his bad attempt at trash-talking you,” Nic cut in, sending his brother a glare on my behalf.
“And my way of pointing out that she’s small,” Luca added.
“Thanks, Sherlock. I know I’m small.”
“Just making sure.”
“Do you even have a brain-to-mouth filter?” I asked.
“I try not to overuse it,” he returned blithely.
“Clearly.”
“Don’t cry about it, Day-Glo.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“I would go into the darkness with you, but you won't come into the light with me.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“But as of this past month, I think something terrifying is happening to me''
'Oh?' I said, matching her pitch.
'Yeah.' She nodded solemnly at the road. 'I'm not sure yet, but I think, I think, I might be a Belieber now'
I clutched at my heart. 'Good God'
'His stuff is just so on point these days, what am I supposed to do? Not listen to it? Not sing along? I'm only human, Soph. A beautiful, hilarious, intelligent human'.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“Aren’t you glad I have no respect for your authority?”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta