Amongraga

“The room fell heavily silent. After a minute of continuing to flay Morgan
with that narrowed gaze—and Morgan staring back defiantly—Ethan slowly lifted
green eyes to me, and I saw something different there.
Respect.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“Morgan and Catcher said their manly hellos - consisting of a symbolic head bob from Catcher (of the "You're in my lair now" variety) and a responding nod from Morgan (of the "You are clearly the king of this castle" variety).”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“Can you at least pretend to be professional today?”
Lindsey stopped, glanced back at Luc. “You show me professional, and I’ll
show you professional.”
Luc snorted, but his expression was gleeful. “Sweetheart, you wouldn’t know
professional if it bit you on the ass.”
“I prefer my bites in other places.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“If only you were so lucky, cowboy.”
“Lucky? Hooking up with me would be the luckiest day of your life, Blondie.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“His eyes widended again, then flicked to something behind me. He shook his head, looked back at me. His voice low, intimate, insistent. "Come back from this, Merit. You don't want to fight me."
"I do," I heard, in a voice that was barely mine. "Find steel," she advised him.
We advised him.
He stood there a long moment, silently, still, before nodding. Someone offered him a blade, a katana that glinted in the light. He took it, mirrored my stance - katana in both hands, body bladed.
"If the only way you'll come back from this is to be bloodied by it, then so be it."
He lunged.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites