Grace

“What’s gone before is gone.”
“It will be when he’s dead,” Gabriel replied with grim purpose.
“Excuse me?” Completely taken aback, she’d nearly stammered in her shock.
“I resolved back then to find out the names of all three of those suitors who brutalized you—and to kill them.”
“But… but you can’t kill the House Sammael heir.” Curse it, now she was stammering.
“Watch me.” Gabriel’s eyes glittered with black hatred. The dark side of the moon. “They will not abuse my wife and live.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, Bright Familiar

“He made you cry, then and just now. You’re a fierce, proud woman, Lady Veronica Phel. Anyone who hurts you enough to draw tears deserves to die.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, Bright Familiar

“It might be nice to do something really kinky—for us—and have sex in a bed for once,” she suggested with a saucy smile. “Unless you’re too tired for it.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, Bright Familiar

“What is the difference,” he mused, “between appearing to be a thing and becoming it? I suspect if I act the role long enough, the clothes will begin to fit so well that I’ll forget I was ever pretending.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, Bright Familiar