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“You have been my downfall, Evie Sage, and now I…I will be your undoing.”

I am a shell of who I was before this book

“A life without love is an empty one...”

“I’m not giving up on you.” She spoke it aloud so they both understood. “Ever.”
His eyes bored into hers, the fondness in his gaze like a caress. “Gods help the fool who tries to stand against you, Sage.”

“Evie. In case it wasn’t obvious: You’ve ruined me.”

I am ruined

“I knew the blush went lower than your neckline.”



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“She put a finger over his lips to stop him from talking, and the heat from his breath sent a chill down her neck. “All I need to hear is that you love me. That you want this. Forever.”
There was no hesitation in his voice when he said, “I want you. Forever.”


My heart might explode

“I LOVE HER!”

🤧🤧🤧

“Happiness is a fruitless endeavor. I make a point to avoid it at all costs.”

“Oh…is this sympathy?
I hate it.”

“The memories just lived as ghosts in the walls, built into the foundation of a now-haunted home.”

“No,” she said quietly. “There is nothing groundbreaking about someone loving you. It doesn’t surprise me a bit.”

“The difficulty with feelings was you could manage them, keep them at bay, but eventually they would return, and they would demand penance. Evie feared the day they came to collect on all the times she had shuttered them away.”

“She’s my accomplice.”
“She is mine.”

“Gods, you have driven me to madness, Sage. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew you would be the source of all chaos.”

“Do you want the couch or the bed?” she asked, turning away to consider the room.
“You,”
“What?”
“You,”
“Me?” she asked, the vulnerability in the question cracking what was left of his reserve, his conscience.
“You,” he said one last time before he crushed his lips to hers”

The way I squealed

“Please don’t give up on me. My pathetic, tortured soul is in tatters, and unfortunately, it’s yours.”

“… any ailment of the heart could be ignored, or at the very least forgotten for a little while, when an open book sat before you, pages lined with nothing but new possibilities.”

“How is it going?”
“Oh, well, you know my theory. Can’t be scared if you’re dead.”

“You’re carrying me like I’m a sack of potatoes.”
“Everyone likes potatoes,”

True

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“You have a sense of humor. My nervous system nearly gave out in shock,”

“I do not have a crush. I have an infatuation—they are entirely different things.”
“In what respect?”
“Crushes are for children.”
“I have crushes all the time,” Evie objected.
“See.”

“I didn’t realize you felt that way. That you’d felt the need to hide things from me.”
“Because I made sure you didn’t know,” Evie said…
Do you know how silly that makes me feel now? How awful it is to sacrifice integral pieces of myself for others and they don’t even care enough to notice?”

My heart 😩

“It was too late, because Evie was laughing into her palm.
And Trystan Maverine watched her, utterly, properly, and near hopelessly in love with her.”


I CANT BREATHE

“I can’t protect you if my magic isn’t cooperating when we get too close. I can’t lose—”
“To Benedict. I know,” she snapped, shaking off his hand.
“You!” He spun her around, grabbing her face, and bent, pressing his forehead against hers, inhaling deeply as if to breathe her in. He whispered, “I can’t lose you. I will not survive it.”

That’s it, I’m a goner

“You’re lying. That smile is fake.”…
“It’s. Fake.”
“So what?”
“So what? What do you mean, so what?”
“Who cares if it’s fake?”
“I care, you urchin,” he bit out. “Stop faking it for other people. No one is asking you to. What is wrong?”

I’m in love your honor

“Is my heart…swelling? Vile.”

Hehehe

“Are you planning on sacrificing me or something? Because if so, I have objections.” She gestured to her trousers, …
“Because of your…pants?” he asked,
“No, Mr. Literal. Because if I’d known I was going to be sacrificed today, I wouldn’t have worn such a boring outfit.”

“Yes, Sage. I have you.”

SPOILER


“Trystan could’ve had the most perfect self-control, but after two weeks keeping away from her, after stolen moments peeking around corners and pressing his ears to doors, walls, and at times windows to hear her voice, there was only one possible response to the gentle press of her lips against his.
And it was, naturally, to lose his ever-loving mind.”


LOSING MY MIND

“Why, Sage, the sun’s nearly down, the workers have gone home, and it’s time.”
Evie rubbed at the sore spot on her head. “For?”
He smiled, his dimple peeking through.
“For you to try your hand at torture.”