297 Quotes by Abigail Roux

What are books good for?”“Hitting intruders?” Nick mumbled. He rubbed his eyes again. “Doorstops. Insomnia. Special interrogation techniques. Silencing bedmates in the middle of the night.

I love you,” Nick whispered. “Has nothing to do with the circumstances, or our history, or how close to death we’ve come together. I would love you in any incarnation of yourself.

How do you feel about a little bait and switch?”Kelly licked his lips, then grinned slowly. “Sounds about as fun as you bending me over one of those interrogation desks.”Nick groaned and pushed his chair back so they were no longer in contact. “Don’t fucking tempt me, okay? Those rooms have video feeds.”“Really? Do they record?”Nick had to get up and walk away as Kelly laughed merrily at his desk. “You’re killing me, Kels,” he called over his shoulder. “Killing me!

You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Kelly whispered.“I bet you tell that to all your oldest friends as you’re jacking them off.”Kelly snickered and arched his back, seeking contact. “No, just you.

I’m not under the influence anymore. Much. Even if I was, I’ve done things way worse than you that I’ve never regretted.

It’s too late, mate. There’s no saving someone once the cartel has them in the crosshairs. You just fucking pray.”Nick popped the handle on his door and drew his gun. “I'm Catholic. I don't pray, I just ask for forgiveness after.

Johns, what the fuck are you doing?” Digger called. “You don’t chat with ghosts, you fucking run like Scooby-Doo, man!”“It’s okay,” Owen told them.“Scooby-Doo!”“Not okay,” Nick cried.

Oh Jesus, Digger on a horse,” Kelly said. “He kept threatening to make his horse into stew.”“He named his horse Stu,” Nick added.

Chester pointed his fork at Nick’s face. “When I was your age, sonny, they used to say redheads was relations of Satan.”Kelly choked on his breakfast, but Nick just gave Chester an enigmatic smile.“What do they say about you now?” Chester asked him.Nick gave an easy shrug. “They say we have no soul.