77 Quotes by Pippa DaCosta

If there are princes involved, you should stay out of their way.” Jerry’s smile softened his hard-as-nails persona. “I wish I could.” I smiled my own half-hearted smile. “Maybe they should stay outta my way?” He chuckled, the sound of his laughter soft and delicious. “Maybe.

You think this is funny?” I snorted. “You would. Your sense of humor is so dark, even the lesser demons don’t get you.

And then, when I understood this world, I would be my own person. Not even the Prince of Greed could stop me. As for my demon, she slumbered in my mind and warmed my soul. She was the whisper in my ear, the voice of desire and hunger. I would not forget who or what I was. Half-human, half-demon, damaged, but oh so wonderfully free.

So this was how it was going to be: use the half-blood for her peculiar party tricks. I should have expected it. I’d been used to it most of my life. Why should things change now?

I had yet to convince the powers-that-be that I was mentally stable. I knew something they didn’t; I hadn’t ever been mentally stable, and it was unlikely I ever would be.

I had control issues, enough emotional baggage to excite a team of psychiatrists, and—thanks to my demon half—a penchant for snap decisions driven by instinct. And that was when my demon was subdued. When she came to the party, I was as stable as a nuclear reactor on meltdown.

He had no right to look so accommodating when I knew the sort of man he really was; the sort who sacrificed his own son in the name of science, the sort who used his daughter to entrap a Prince of Hell. I’d known demons more human than Adam Harper.

I’d summoned enough of my element from beyond the veil to ignite a near-nuclear reaction and then snuffed it out instead of unleashing it. The fact that I was still alive was a miracle, and I suspected it was something to do with PC34. I’d slapped my demon right back down, shoved her in a box, and stuffed her away in some dark mental hiding place. When she came back she was going to be pissed.

It was my turn to smile. “I’m not all bad.” Her grin faded, and her eyes cooled. “Half-blood turned Enforcer? You’re about as bad as they get.