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In the end, he was not Nina or Matthias or Kaz or Inej or Jesper. He was just Wylan Van Eck. He told them everything.—NOOOOOO

“What is wrong with him?” Nina grumbled as they went back to the sitting room to drill Colm on his cover story.
“Same thing that’s always wrong with him,” said Jesper. “He’s Kaz Brekker.”

Nina giggled. “You are in so much trouble.”
Jesper scowled. “Matthias, Nina let Cornelis Smeet grope her bottom.”
Nina stopped laughing. “I am going to turn your teeth inside out.”
“That is physically impossible.”
“I just raised the dead. Do you really want to argue with me?”

He reached out and took Nina’s hand. Wylan suddenly felt he was intruding on something private. “I am grateful you’re alive,” he said. “I am grateful you’re beside me. I am grateful that you’re eating .”
She rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re better than waffles, Matthias Helvar.”
A small smile curled the Fjerdan’s lips. “Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love.”

“What if the dust was … well, bones? People’s remains?”
Nina set down her plate. “That’s almost enough to make me lose my appetite.” She picked it up again. “Almost.”

"what the hell happened out there?”
“Let’s see,” said Nina. “Inej fell twenty stories.”
“We put a serious hole in my father’s dining room ceiling,” Wylan offered.
“Nina can raise the dead,” said Inej.
Matthias’ cup clattered against his saucer. It looked ridiculous in his huge hand.

“I was born without fear,” Dunyasha continued with a happy chuckle. “My parents thought I would drown because I crawled into the sea as a baby, laughing.”
“Perhaps they worried you would talk yourself to death." —Inej my loveee

Saeed asked her about her conservative and virtually all‑concealing black robe. ‘If you don’t pray,’he said, lowering his voice, ‘why do you wear it?’
She smiled. Took a sip. And spoke, the lower half of her face obscured by her cup. ‘So men don’t fuck with me,’ she said.

He was an independent‑minded, grown man, unmarried, with a decent post and a good education, and as was the case in those days in his city with most independent‑minded, grown men, unmarried, with decent posts and good educations, he lived with his parents.

As she walked up, she felt . . . something, at the back of her mind. Instead of the gaping absence of the House, the abyss that threatened to swallow her whole, there were flickers: dim flames guttering before going out. The presence of Asmodeus, muted and weak, a bare, wordless whisper with no bite. She shouldn’t have missed him, but she did. Damn him, but of course he was Fallen, and probably already damned.

He stayed for the same reason he had gone out. When you were contemplating cheating on your mate, it was not easy on the conscience. And not something you wanted to do in the home you shared with her. Oh dear. I'm not surprised, but... shit.

I want me more Xcor and Layla, bruv. Bring it already!

Pushing through. Hmm nope, not feeling it.

“And I fed him, as well. I gave him the tenderloin left over from last night, but I warmed it up and served it with fresh whole carrots, pumpkin mash, and green beans. Everything was organic, of course.” Jeez this dog has a better diet than I do

He cared not for sex, at least not that sort. Indeed, he remained a virgin, for the whores had always demanded far more than he could pay for what was betwixt their thighs—and besides, he was not that interested in such well-plowed fields. - - - LOL what an insult, and in olde English too.

“Not much of interest, I’m afraid." - I could say the same about this book tbh. I'm not following it all either. sigh

At least he kept consciousness this time, though. Whoo-hoo, his ego crooned. Baby steps, you lame motherfucker, baby steps.
-- Poor Trez hahaha

Bach coughed. “Do you want the bad news?” His smile wavered.
“Spill,” Bentley said, her eyes flickering toward the bride.“Bach?” Porsche’s eyes shot lasers at him, even through the mirror. “Apparently the bus has been parked at the liquor store down the street— and the groom is, well, plowed. See ya!” Bach ducked back behind the door, safely out of the bridal blast zone. Hahahahaha

But it was Bentley who finally launched herself at Jeff Grunburg. “YOU— WORTHLESS—ASS!” She thrashed toward him. “THAT’S— MY— SISTER!” Before Bent could reach him, though, she found a solid, bandanna’d mass in her way. “Sit down, li’l mama. I got this.” And with that, T. Wilson White turned and punched the top exec of the Lifespan Network in the face, so hard his chair toppled over backward. FUCK YEAH!

I’m not sure I’m feeling it. I’m not seeing headliners for a multimillion-dollar wedding here.”
“Yeah, well. Maybe I’m not feeling this. I kinda feel like I’m in a police lineup or something.” The rapper shrugged.
“Do you have a lot of experience in police lineups?” Grunburg didn’t smile.
“Do you have a lot of experience being a dick?” Ha! Whitey is a riot. LMAO

“Whoa, whoa! Tone it down, you guys. All this love in the room, it’s too much for me. And you two! Your chemistry is just off the charts,” Grunburg said. The laugh track went off again. “Like your mouth?” Mercedes shot back. Ohhh snnnaaap!

Then kissed her cheek, his lips soft and warm in the night. She felt her face catch fire, turning pink. It was the sweetest, most unexpected moment of her seventeen years, and she didn’t want him to ever stop. He stopped. Damn it.

Don’t move your arm.
He moved his arm.
Damn it.