Marc/Faythe/Jace love triangle moment: "This isn't about you...." "Well, it should be!" he shouted, and I flinched. "Everything I do is about you, and I want the reverse to be true, too." I wiped more tears, my throat aching with words that would only make this worse. "What, you need a reminder? That's what he was doing, right? And now you smell like him. You probably taste like him. You should taste like me..." He was on me before I could even catch my breath.
Rachel VincentI could take care of that obstacle for her - I'd tear down anything standing between us - but I couldn't destroy what I couldn't even see.
Rachel VincentIn the office, Michael sat behind our fatherโs desk, clicking away at the computer with his right hand, and making notes with his left. Ambidextrous freak.
Rachel VincentI was fine with that. The very idea of Death knowing my name made my skin crawl. Even if this particular Death was only one of many, and almost too pretty to look at.
Rachel VincentWeโre days away from going full scale against Malone, and in the meantime, weโre under fire from above. And Iโm about as useful as a three-legged dog.โ โYouโre much more useful than any kind of dog, mi vida.โ Marc purred and pressed me into the counter, his hands on my hips. I couldnโt resist a smile. I was a real sucker for Spanish.
Rachel Vincent