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Thatcher: Your chest looks like a middle school desk. Rook: I’ve hugged cactus nicer than you.
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There he is. Daddy Caldwell to the rescue. I’m surprised he didn’t tell Rook to wear sunscreen.
We are who we are.
hot and dangerous
I’m not saying what I do is right. I am saying I could be much worse if I wanted to.
girl math
I’m a killer, but I was also raised to respect women’s boundaries.
we love
“Currently taking over my house,” Thatcher grumbles.
my sassy king is back
We’ll all be eighty years old and still doing this, arguing like children. Or maybe it’ll just me and Alistair pulling apart geriatric versions of Rook and Thatcher.
“Silas, I mean this with love,” Rook says, face the picture of confusion, “but what the fuck?”
“They say you don’t talk much. Yet, that doesn’t seem to be the case.” “With you.”
It is true that I don’t talk a lot, not to strangers or just for fun, but I like talking to her.
“I’ve got a real hard-on for redheads. Maybe try some hair dye and we can circle back to this?”
ily rook
“I want insurance.” “Call fucking State Farm, Caldwell.”
LMAOOO
“Whatever you need, it’s already yours.”
“No one will believe that I’m unfaithful to my wife. They all know what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.”
“In private, you can call all the shots. But to the rest of the world? You’re fucking mine, and I don’t share.”
“But if you say another word about Silas, if you think a negative thought about him, I’ll make sure you’re out on your ass with nothing but your sparkling personality when I take my piece of Elite.”
“What exactly are you doing, and why do I need to be here for it?” “Bonding, Thatcher. Don’t act like you didn’t miss me,”
“I don’t want one secret from you, Hex. I want them all.”
Apparently, my pussy is voice-activated.
“I’m seconds away from kissing your fucking mouth because you look this beautiful and still feel the need to ask me if I’m sure about marrying you.”
“Is it Stephen?” “Worse.” I sigh. “It’s my mother.”
I like her smile. I like her laugh. I like her.
“And I’ve got a thing for the silent and brooding type.”
“Don’t thank me. It’s the bare minimum. It irritates me that you feel the need to thank someone for treating you like a human being.”
For the very first time since I’ve known the name Silas Hawthorne, he smiles.
“Use your words, pretty girl. Talk to me.”
goddamn
“You’re my wife, Coraline Hawthorne. If I want to cover myself in the blood of a thousand more men to protect you, I will,” I tell her. “They cannot hurt you without having to answer to me.”
Silas Hawthorne has a slutty fucking waist.
HELL YEAAA
“I suggest,” Silas interrupts, speaking directly to my father, “you choose those next words carefully, James.”
Silas is a protector by nature; when you’re in his inner circle, no one can touch you.
“What do you need?” he asks again. “You frown when you’re upset. Tell me how to fix it.”
“You’re in control of a monster, Hex. Whatever you need, it’s already yours.”
Don’t ogle his thighs, Coraline. You’re angry.
You will always be safe with me, even from me.”
When is she going to realize there is nothing I won’t do for her? That if it’s what she desires or it benefits her well-being, I’ll do it. I’ll get whatever it is. She wants a garden of lavender? I’ll get her two.
But one thing I can promise you is that no matter what, I’ll believe you. Your voice is the sound I trust most in the world.”
“I think you might be my love language, Hex.”
Loving Coraline Whittaker is worth inevitable death.
“Nothing about us has ever been fake, Coraline.”
“Touching you has always felt like more of a gift than any curse, Hex.” “And if it kills you?” “Would hurt less than never kissing you again.”
“It’s a hex code.” Silas slides the ring back on, reaching forward to brush a piece of hair behind my ear. “For the orangish-red color named Coraline. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. All of it.”
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"I'm your favorite color?" "You're my favorite everything, Hex."
Silas was willing to cross the grim reaper just to show me I was worth the return.
