You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

You both ... you both saved me?" "Come on," said Luis. "You make it sound like it was hard for Val to go to the Unseelie Court, strike a deal with Roiben, challenge Mabry to a duel, win back your heart, and then get back here during rush hour.

So what are you really wearing?" The words left her mouth before she could consider them. She winced. He didn't seem to mind; in fact, he flashed her one of his brief smiles. "And if I said nothing at all?" "Then I would point out that sometimes, if you look at something out of the corner of your eye, you can see right through glamour," she returned. That brought surprised laughter. "What a relief to us both then that I am actually wearing exactly what you saw me in this afternoon. Although one might point out that in that outfit, your last concern should be my modesty.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

You are more dangerous than daybreak.

Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.