Okay. You’re the best Apollyon there is.” He tipped his head to the side and arched a brow. “I’m the only Apollyon there is right now.” I grinned. “You’re still the best.

So childish, Alex. You’ve ruined her dress.” The vibrant red silk floated around me as I treaded water. “I know. Bad me.

I think that's possibly the nicest thing you have said to me. Ever."I laughed. "No it's not. I've said nice things to you before.""Like what?"There had to be another situation when I'd said something nice. "Like... when... " I couldn't think of anything. Jeez, I was a bitch. "Okay. That is the first nice thing I've said to you.""I think I need a moment to recognize and cherish this.

Throwing a sub at the Apollyon probably wasn't something that should be done in public. But I couldn't help it; I laughed.

Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black.Amusement flowed through the connection as Seth said, Or it's the pot calling the pot a pot.

But why is it still there? Why is it there at all?" I flipped my palm over several times, shook it, but the faint blue tattoo was still there. "You can see it, right? Like right now, you can see it?""Yes. It hasn't faded." Seth leaned forward, catching my hand. "Stop shaking it like it's a damn Etch-A-Sketch. That doesn't make them disappear.

So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.

I guess there were two types of people in the world, those who sat around a fire, staring into the flames, and those who started the fire. Seth and I started the fire, and then we danced around it.

He hadn’t left, and apparently, Seth was a cuddler.