Caution Quotes

“So you suck blood now, bitch?!” I whisper-yelled, sneaking up once I’d confirmed no one was in earshot.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Everybody knew of the Blacks. A trio of fine, mysterious, single brothers was the kind of thing that got around town.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Hey, you're half ancient mystical being and half vampire, and it was written by the first vampires to ever exist that you and I were going to be bonded forever, but you need some time to think about it.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“When one thought of a vampire’s bedroom, soft surfaces, clean lines, warm wood accents and lush green plants weren’t exactly what came to mind. Not to mention, the lack of a coffin. “Seriously, Ambrosia?” Cassius chuckled and my gaze snapped back to him. “Can you get out of my head?!” I asked, embarrassed. “Or do I no longer have the luxury of private thoughts?”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“As your bonded mate, I'll be deciding many things for you.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Ambrosia, you're not one of them. You’re one of us.” Oh. Shit.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“So…what do you think she was then?” I asked. “Most likely she was eonian.” “I don't know what that means,” I huffed and he was quick to explain. “They're called eternals too. Immortals,” he said. “Sometimes they have certain powers, sometimes they don't. But they live long and age slow. They're not invulnerable unless they can achieve it with their powers.” “That they may or may not have.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“You’re right, I do. And I can do that just fine in my own place, in my own bed.” “Not until we get some kind of protection at your house.” I raised an eyebrow. “What, like security guards?” “Like enchantments. Runes. Real protection.” “Enchantments? You mean spells? Hello no,” I replied, shaking my head. “I may not have been to church in a while, but I don't do the witchcraft thing. The spooky shit isn’t for me.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Wouldn’t I remember being bitten? But if you’re only half, maybe not? And what did half even mean? Was the process incomplete? Or did it simply only affect half of me? So was it about DNA? Was only one side of me susceptible to vampire… infection? Or… was I born like this? So my mother was the one who’d been a vampire? Or had she been bitten? She couldn’t be a vampire. She died, and vampires were immortal, right? Except for super specific circumstances. Their specific weaknesses. Like sunlight, and garlic, and wood stakes, and… what were the other stereotypes? Silver. But… Cassius had silver fangs.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Leave me alone!” I screamed and the room went still in the wake of another wave of… power. But only for a moment. Then they let me go. And… just turned and left. I planted my back against the wall behind me, clutching my chest as I watched everyone back out of the room. The music started again. The chatter started again. I turned to where Cassius was standing, looking rather pleased with himself. “What was that? What am I?” I asked. Cassius smiled, fangs glittering. “You asked me if you were human or vampire already, love. And I answered the question.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Aren’t all vampires addicted to blood? It’s kinda the definition.” Cassius chuckled a bit. “I guess you could say that, but… not exactly, no. Not like them. But, that is for another time. We have more pressing matters right now.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“So I thought about grabbing the steering wheel. Yanking it hard, flipping the car. I thought about him being impaled on a stray piece of rebar from… anywhere. “Again, that wouldn’t do anything but piss me off.” This time, he spoke aloud. “It would take a lot more than that to kill me or either of my brothers.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Let’s go,” he suddenly declared, already turning for the door. “Hold up. I’m not going anywhere with you,” I claimed, even though my body moved like I was on marionette strings connected directly to his hands. “I thought you wanted answers?” “I do, but—” “But nothing,” he said, fixing me with a glare. “The longer you remain in the dark, the more dangerous this world is for you, and the more likely I am to get fucked over, which I refuse to accept. So… it’s time to force the issue.” “Meaning what?!” “Meaning let’s go.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Of course,” he replied. “Both in the sense that you're referring to and another much deeper interpretation of the term. Why don't you tell me what you know?” “I told you. I don't know anything. Why don't you tell me what you know?” I countered. “You're the one who kidnapped me and brought me here.” “For your own good,” he explained. “Because you were too… because you don't understand the gravity of the situation we’ve found ourselves in.” “What situation?” I asked “And who the hell is we?” “Me and you. Our people.” “Black people?” I asked and he chuckled a bit.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“And the sight of long silver fangs protruding from his mouth. What the fuck… I’d seen grills before, seen people's elaborate Halloween accessories. But this wasn't that. "Hey, listen," I said, pleading with my hands. “I didn't hear anything,” I lied. “And I haven't seen anything. I don't know what the hell is going on, I don't know anything. You can just—” “None of that is necessary,” he interrupted. “You're not going anywhere. Especially not now that you've woken up and gotten yourself out of a locked room.” “It wasn’t locked,” I insisted. “And more importantly…was I… not supposed to wake up?”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“So what’s the conclusion?” “I think, given the circumstances, turning her might be the only way to protect her.” “Agreed. I’ll go grab her.” Her as in me? I don't fucking think so.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Aiight. As much of a blast as it always is with you viggas, can we make this quick? I have other things I need to be tending to.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“In due time, you will freely give yourself. Beg, even,”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution

“Fuck you.” “Oh, you absolutely will,” he said, attention firmly focused on me instead of the road. “In due time, Ambrosia, you will beg me to do exactly that.”
― Christina C. Jones, Caution