Chase the Dark Quotes

“But please tell me that – that you understand? That I never lied to you, that you were everything I said you meant to me?" (…) ”Piper, I-"
He flew back so fast he seemed to vanish. Then he crashed into the bar and Ash was standing in front of him, a hand fisted in the front of the incubus's shirt..(…)
”If you touch her again," Ash snarled, pressing his fist into Micah's throat,”if you so much as look at her, I will rip off your balls and feed them to you. Do you understand?”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“Well,"the announcer called jubilantly, "It seems the Dragon has claimed his prize!”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“Finally, he moved. He slid forward, closing the gap between them. When he was a step away, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the killing blow.
A moment passed.
Careful, gentle fingers touched her chin and tilted her face up. She squeezed her eyes tighter.
"Piper." He exhaled slowly. "Piper, you need to try not to be afraid. I need your help."
His touch fell from her cheek then wrapped gently around her uninjured wrist. He pulled her arm up and pressed her hand to the horns on the side of his head. "You know me, Piper. Remember? You weren't this scared before. I need you to be strong this time too."
She shivered at his alien voice. Her shaking fingers touched the smooth, cool horns.
"Please, Piper." he whispered. "I can't use glamour because my wing is dislocated. I need your help to fix it." A silent pause. "I won't hurt you, I promise.”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“Would somebody tell me what the hell is going on?" Lyre snarled.
”Spider," Ash replied, examining his palm.
”A spider?" Lyre repeated mutinously.
”A freaking huge spider," Piper corrected, half angry, half humiliated. ”Crawling up my leg. I got in my shirt!"
”Can you blame it? I'd want to get in your shirt too.”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“„I can't get it out of my head. I can't think,” he choked.
„You can do it.” She reached up and found his face. She stroked her fingertips across his cheeks, finding a pattern of scales across the tops of his cheekbones. „You're stronger than anyone I know. You're tougher than everyone. I know you can do this.”
She gripped his face in her hands, offering strenght and steady calm through the surety of her touch. He stilled. (…)
The collar broke apart with a hiss of dying magic and disintegrating steel.
„You did it.” She threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. „I knew you could!”
He sagged on top of her, breathing hard, this time from exertion. He slid his arms around her and his wings curled down too, doubling the hug.”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“She might have been brained right then but Ash managed to cup one hand behind her head to cushion the impact His other hand had a fistful of the back of her jeans, holding the waist so she didn't slide down him. She had both legs wrapped tight around his middle, her hand clutching his shoulders.
Time slowed. The noise of the crowd disappeared. Ash was pressed hard into her, crushing her against the post, his body hot against her front. His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed deep. His hand formed a fist in her hair and pulled her head back until their eyes met in a stare that cut right through her. His irises weren't quite black but close. His strength was all around her, holding her, pinning he helplessly. She met his stare her teeth bared fiercely.
Then she grabbed his head and yanked his mouth down onto hers.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. Ash's mouth met hers and it was like a flame meeting oil- fire and raging heat. She arched into him as he shoved her into the post, pressing them even tighter together. His mouth moved with hers, against hers, fierce and carnal and demanding. She clamped her fingers over the back of his head and pulled him closer still, demanding even more. His hand tightened in her hair and she tilted her head farther back as their kiss deepened into something even wilder.
Seconds later - minutes later? Ash pulled back with one last nipping bite to her bottom lip that made heat plunge through her middle. They held there, faces inches apart, both panting for air. Piper wasn't sure she could have unlocked her legs from around him even if she'd wanted to. Which she didn't. She'd never had her legs around such perfect abs in her life.
That's when, belatedly, she noticed the crowd's reaction. They were all on their feet and the noise level was deafening. They were screaming and cheering.
So swiftly Piper squeaked in surprise, Ash pulled her off the post. The next thing she knew, he'd flipped her over his shoulder in a fireman carry. The air whooshed out of her. Ash turned and lifted one hand in a gesture of triumph, his other arm clamped over the back of her thighs to keep her in place.
"Well," the announcer called jubilantly, "It seems the Dragon has claimed his prize!”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“It wasn't a gentle kiss. Ash's mouth met hers and it was like a flame meeting oil – fire and raging heat. She arched into him as he shoved her into the post, pressing them even tighter together.”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“Holy shit," Lyre exclaimed, grinning ear to ear and looking shell socked at the time. ”That was inspired. Whose idea was that? That is the hottest kiss I've ever seen – if kiss is even the right word. I don't know if kisses count on that scale – and I would know, wouldn't I?" He laughed.”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“Lyre", she whispered. ”Please."
His empty stare held, unchanging.
Ash was perfectly still, his hand still warm against her throat, a deadly chokehold one flex of his fingers away. His arm around her waist suddenly tightened.
”Bitch," he hissed.
The air sizzled. Ash flicked his hand out, and with a mini-concussion, Lyre was blown backward off his feet. Before Piper could react, Ash released her and whirled around.
”Lilith, you jelaous, scheming bitch," he rasped, his voice guttural. ”I'm going to rip out your heart."
A silvery laugh rang through the room.”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“I'm not in a conversational kind of mood right now,” the draconian growled, ''so I'll keep this simple. You are the first and the last prefect to arrest me. Try again and I'll kill you and your entire squad. Piss me off and I'll butcher your entire division. Mass slaughter would be a nice change of pace for me,” He leaned down and bared his teeth at the sergeant's purple face. ''I usually hunt much fouler prey than you.”
(…)
''If you – ” he began in a croak.
Ash interrputed, his voice biting, colder than ice. ''If you thought for even a second I would play nice a second time, you won't live long enough to regret your ignorance.”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark

“Some daemons you can't help but fear. You will always be afraid. It's human nature”
― Annette Marie, Chase the Dark