Ele Scofield

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you. I loved you then, and I fucking love you now. If you can’t love me knowing that I’d give up everything to keep you safe, including spend the rest of my life in prison, then this is over. There’s nothing here to fight for.”
― Meghan March, Dirty Love

“Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance... The five stages of waking up.”
― Darynda Jones, The Dirt on Ninth Grave

“She’s fucking beautiful. A goddess, and yet she’s kneeling at my feet. I don’t deserve this woman, but I won’t hesitate to take every advantage to ensure I can keep her in my life.”
― Meghan March, Dirty Love

“Saiman reached into the trunk and pulled out a pink tulle tutu.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“It won’t fit.”
“Elastic waistband,” Saiman said. “It will fit.” Curran’s grin was pure evil.
“Don’t you dare,” I told him.
“It’s too bad the magic is up,” he said. “I’d take pictures.”
“Shut up.”
“Have no fear, Alpha,” Ascanio said. “We’ll tell no one.”
Kill me, somebody.
Saiman held out the tulle skirt to me.
“Maybe it will work without it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“If I put this on, it will be ridiculous.”
Saiman waved the pink tutu in front of me. Fine. I snatched it out of his hands and pulled it on over my hips.
Ascanio collapsed into a moaning heap of laughter.
“Now what?”
“Move around onstage. It would help if you danced.”
Curran was dying. That was the only rational explanation for the noises coming from his direction.”
― Ilona Andrews