With Quinn, safety wasn’t even an illusion. It was an impossibility

Except for Quinn, a dark voice whispered in his mind. A smile from her would be a gift beyond price.

No. Merely a trick of the light. But I had the impression you were seeking something more formal than‘Okay, go for it,’ as Ven would say,” Alaric said, a hint of a smile surfacing. “Looked pretty impressive,didn’t it? It’s a priest thing.

Yet where Denal had prayed to Poseidon for death, Alaric was praying to the same god for life.

Translation: I’m an idiot.

I would give a century of my life for a single taste of your lips

Finally, she looked up at him and met his gaze, and she gasped. He knew what must be visible on his face and therefore did not try to deny it. “You know,” he rasped out. “You have always known, and you will always know that I am yours, and yet never can be. I am the most powerful high priest Poseidon has ever appointed, and yet I am too weak to hide the depths of my feelings for you.

That seems to be another habit of yours. I get broken, and you fix it.

Always you, since the moment I first lay my hands on you to heal that bullet wound. SinceI fell inside your soul. Don’t you know that by now, Quinn?