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“Weapons?” the butler asked, palm outstretched. “No, thank you.” Arthie smiled. “I have my own.”
“We all have our secrets or the world would be out of currency. Isn’t that right, darling?”
“Every good love story starts with a bullet to the heart.”
“Now you’re simply begging to die.” “I will not beg for what’s been promised.”
“Oh, didn’t you hear?” he asked, dropping his voice. “You’re under arrest because you’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
JIN THE MAN YOU ARE
“You—you’re—” He lifted his brows. “Superbly striking or savagely clever?
“Almost done giving us the tour then, Ivor?” Jin called as they turned down yet another hall. “Can’t wait to see the kitchen pantry.”
“I’m going to miss our chats when all of you turn up dead.”
“You know, darling, not everyone needs to be threatened to work for you. It’s possible for someone to simply want to.”
Flick ducked her head, and Jin decided then and there that teasing Felicity Linden was a delicious sport.
Jin angrily grabbed a dustpan. “Well, listen here, you overgrown mosquito: Shut up.”
“You’d be surprised what all can be found on my bed.”
Making a fool of himself in front of a lady wasn’t in his nature, but the job was the job.
Men did love explaining the obvious.
Same Arthie... same
“What is a monster if not a man pushed to the brink?”
Just when she thought the government couldn’t get any worse, the Ram had found a way. “Pacify the people to keep them in check, and no one notices you furthering your own agenda.”
ope
“First power, now profit,” Jin said, disgust dripping from his tone.
All her life she’d spun a slow dance through a burning room, and the inferno had caught up to her at last.
She was sunshine in a bottle, and he was a storm in a boy, drawn to clear skies, reaching for her hand.
“Killing us is no easy task,” Jin said. “We’re annoying like that.”
“If only that were true. I loathed you, Arthie. I hated you for the span of a heartache before I realized how much I craved you.
Laith... don't do me like this Laith
His eyes were as dark as her heart, a sea at dusk. “Let me bleed for you.”
“And then you would use your mouth to cut me down in the most wicked of ways, and I realized I’d met countless men and women but never my mirror.”
“And now I’ve found a kindred spirit whose heart beats for the same pain. I don’t know what I want anymore.”
She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. To claim him. To devour the mystery of this boy from some faraway land.
“I’m—” Feral. Wild. Beastly. “Hungry,” he whispered to her.
Imagine your chaos, darling. Stop playing their games, and you can do so much worse.”
“The great Arthie Casimir, apologizing to the even greater Matteo Andoni?”
Matteo is soooo cunty
There was nothing more dangerous than those with nothing left to lose.
“Why save the world when you can have tea?”
preach
Arthie scowled. “I don’t take well to being stared at. I believe I’m called exotic in your tongue, if you didn’t know.” “My tongue is quite capable, darling,” Matteo assured her. Something prickled in Arthie’s chest. “And I’m more than happy to demonstrate.”
see? cunty
She had thought herself feral, when he was the animal.
“I truly did grow fond of you, Arthie.” “Says the pistol aimed at my heart,”
She was forged of shrapnel words and gunmetal bones.
