308 Quotes by Rachel Vincent

I want to kiss you.” Jace’s whisper pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up to find his eyes blazing with raw need. “Just because Marc won’t touch you doesn’t mean I shouldn’t. Right? I don’t have that kind of self-control, and honestly, I don’t see the point in it. Are you supposed to be impressed by how long we can go without touching you? ‘Cause if that’s the game we’re playing, I think I’d rather lose.

I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.

Exactly what part of that is supposed to make me feel better?” Though, honestly, hearing that she was jealous of me did make me feel a teeny, tiny bit better.

So don’t. Come hang out with me at work. We can play naughty dress up with the hospital gowns and rearrange the supply closets.

Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

Em didn’t truly understand about my panic attacks – no one did. But she’d never pushed me to explain, never tried to ditch me when things got weird, and never once looked at me like I was a freak.

Sophie glanced from me to Sabine, then back, scowling. “I’m not scared of her. I can handle myself.” “Yeah, and hissing kittens think they’re badass too,” Sabine said.

Rumor has it you’ve conquered more territory than Genghis Khan.

Eastlake High makes Buffy’s hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.