How was I to know? ... You didn't say anything.""I said lots of things," he corrected gently. "You just didn't hear them.

But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety." "Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you . . . and Niall . . ." She faltered. "Love you from a safe distance," he finished. "Yes.

Stab one or two healers, and everyone overreacts.

Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.

If you fail me, I'll kill you. I swear it, Keenan. If you fail me, I'll rip your heart out with my own hands." "If I fail you, I'll cut it out for you.

You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.

I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.