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“I take a quick glimpse to my left at the inside lane, finding him already watching me, dark helmet shielding his eyes, head tilting slightly in a silent challenge.”

LOOOORDDSOMDINDIDN

“What can I do for you, husband?”
“For starters, you can stop calling me that.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Immensely.”
“Hmmm, should’ve put that in the contract, then. Now get to the point.”

!!!!!!!SPOILERRR!!!!!!!


“It’s female.”

KAINE AND HELENA AS GIRL PARENTS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️😭❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭MYHEART

“You’re remembering, aren’t you?”
FUCK OFF

"I think your scars are prettier than mine," she finally said.
"I have a better healer."

"I must admit," he said in a low voice as though making a confession,
"if anyone had told me you'd become so lovely, I would never have come near you. I was rather blindsided when I saw you again." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You're like a rose in a graveyard," he said, and his lips twisted into a bitter smile. "I wonder what you could have turned into without the war."

"Thank you, Marino."
She swallowed, lifting her gaze. "Still not Helena?" He exhaled, avoiding her eyes.
"Helena." He said it slowly, drawing it out, as if he was testing the way it sounded.
She smiled at him. "See? Not so hard."

"Stay," he said softly, and his head dipped so close she felt his breath in her hair. "You know, there's something about you, Marino, that inspires the most terrible decisions from me. I'll know better, but then I'll still .."
His voice trailed off as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, finger running along her jaw.

“Don’t die, Marino. I might miss you.”

His breath smelled like juniper: peppery, sharp, and fresh-cut.
His eyes were languid again, lashes low as he met her eyes. She wondered what he saw when he looked at her.

“You’re full of surprises.”
"Do you say that to every girl?"
He huffed a laugh and ran his hand through his hair to brush it off his face. "No, I can't say I do."

Youre killing me

“He wants you, Marino, both now and after the war.”

His face was so close the words brushed against her lips, and his mouth crashed against hers.
HWHAH WHAAAAT

He wasn't even looking at his wife anymore. His gaze passed over Aurelia's head, staring at a mirror that reflected himself and Helena.
…

"You irritate my wife," he said.
"Seems I do," she said blandly. "If you want to do something about it, you could kill me."
He snorted, amusement lighting his face for an instant.

“Keep a lot of people in cages, Ferron?”
“Only you. Haven’t you noticed?”

She looked up at him “You’re a monster.”
“Noticed that, have you?

"I'll tell you if you swallow it like a good girl."
Helena pressed her lips tightly together.

“This would be the perfect state to be in to finally kill herself without any sense of self-preservation holding her back.”

Shes so innocent 🥲🥲

"Why all this sudden interest in me?" he asked.
She shrugged. “You don't make sense."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that all? And here I was hoping you were plotting to seduce me.' She stared at him blankly.
He gave a mocking smile. "Steal my heart with your wit and charms. Who knows, perhaps I have a proclivity for-" He paused, studying her, trying to find something.
Helena walked away. "Maybe tomorrow."

“Do I know you?” She asked as her eyes slid closed.
“I suppose you do.”

He nodded towards Helena just as Ferron stepped between them. Helena shrank towards Ferron without thinking, so close she could smell the scent of juniper on his clothes.
"She's not available for entertainment," Ferron said, his voice chilly.

Ferron's lips remained pressed against Aurelia, but as he kissed her, he raised his eyes, and his gaze locked onto Helena's face.
She stared back, forgetting to breathe, frozen in place.

He didn't look away until Aurelia broke off the kiss, turning from him.

“You’re full of surprises.”
“Do you say that to every girl?”
Ferron gave a short laugh, his gaze sharpening, eyes darting across her face. “I think you should go to bed.”

“How old are you, Ophelia?”
I narrow my eyes at him. "Twenty-one."
One eyebrow raises like he's surprised by this snippet of information. "Quite old."
"All right, DiCaprio, calm down…”

I LOVE THEM

Because Molloy didn’t know what it felt like to wake up every morning with a strong inclination to attempt suicide.She didn’t know how it felt to be a helpless child, half-starved from hunger...She didn’t know what it felt like to be that hopeless kid who finally found something that helped him through the pain and sheer fucking misery that was his life.

I clutched my head in my hands and released an agonized scream. “I’m never going to be enough for you because my love doesn’t come in the form of a powder that you can snort up your nose or inject in your veins—"
“That’s not how it is,” Joey interrupted, voice cracking.”

“You’re so strange.” He threw his head back and laughed. “I love it.”
“You mean you love me,” I teased, grinning up at him.”
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"Would you help him, Stacey?"
I throw my head back and laugh. "He's the son of Tobias Mitchell. He doesn't need help."

Tobias Mitchell is SEXY