Killer skirt, deadly legs.

I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd started. "You made a deal with Hank. You saved my life. Why would you do that for me?" "Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.

Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.

Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.

Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.