Ash

“I’ll give you two options, Little Conduit. You’re either going back to the infirmary, or I’m taking you to my townhouse to take a look at that scrape myself. Your choice.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“I thought about the way she looked at me lately, like I had personally hung every star in the night sky. Like I had crafted the constellations she so adored with my bare hands.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“Perhaps I should put you under duress, then,” he mused. “I am ever so curious about what secrets might be locked inside this pretty little banged-up head of yours.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“Okay, fine. You’re also, admittedly, the nicest thing to look at in here. I will give you that,” I reasoned. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment to my face, or an insult towards my taste in interior design.” “Mm. A little bit of column a, little bit of column b,” I teased. He ran one hand through his hair, rolling his eyes.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether