Sully (The Brotherhood, #3)

by Penelope Black

“Your father’s here now. He’s come to take me home, but it’s not your time, Lainey. So, you need to leave.”

I was remade in the cabin in the woods. And I’ve been forged in this fire. And like a phoenix, I will rise anew.

never knew what I was waiting for, but I think I found it outside a train station in Boston.

Wolf whistles as he slaps Rush’s shoulder and brings him back a step. “We’ll just wait until after he’s fixed Sully to kill him, yeah, brother? Unless our girl here does it first.”

“There are very few people in the world fortunate enough to meet their soul mates. Even fewer are those who meet while they’re this young. I think it’s a gift. You’re a gift, birdie. To me. And to my brothers. And I’ll raze the world to keep you. You know that, don’t you?”

there's no easy way to do something. That the only way to get to the other side of something is to follow the steps, stay on course.

I watch in wonder as the words leave my lips and infiltrate his consciousness. It takes precious seconds, but the transformation is beautiful. It's something I don't think I'll ever forget, not for as long as I live. I mentally pocket the memory up and tuck it inside my soul for safekeeping.

"I've been waiting my whole life to hear someone say those words to me and mean them. And I—I don't deserve you, baby girl, but I'll spend the rest of my life worshipping you."

"There's always room for you, James. Always. When I'm old and gray and dancing among the stars, there will always be a reserved spot on my dance card with your name on it, James Fitzgerald.”

“It’s us who are undeserving, baby girl. But we’re also selfish assholes, and I’m hoping that by the time you realize that, you’ll already be so in love with us that you won’t even think about leaving.”

He looks every bit the dark god I always imagine him as. And he’s on his knees for me, begging to pay fealty and worship me.

"I didn't account for the sheer number of assholes that will be getting intimately acquainted with my fists tonight. You look like a goddamn wet dream, baby."

"Nothing to remedy, princess. I'm not your boyfriend." He leans in, so his lips graze mine with each syllable. "I'm your motherfucking man."