Tonight," he whispered, his voice hoarse and hot in her ear, "I will make you mine." -Simon to Daphne

This thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked. It was love, and it was divine.

He shook his head in wonder. "You are magnificent." "I keep telling everyone that," she said with a nonchalant shrug, "but you seem to be the only one to believe me.

In this room,in this minite,she was his everything

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.

I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside.

He gave her his best smile. His best I-almost-died-so-how-can-you-deny-me smile. Or at least that’s how he hoped it appeared. The truth was, he wasn’t a very accomplished flirt, and it might very well have come across as an Iam- mildly-deranged-so-it’s-in-all-of-our-best-interests-if-youpretend- to-agree-with-me smile.