"Do I have permission to take control of you first? Just your bodies, not your minds.""I've been waiting for you to admit you wanted my body."

"Thorne cleared his throat. "We need to get back to the house. We've already risked drawing enough attention, and she..." He looked at Winter. There was an edge to his expression, like he didn't trust anyone who was more attractive than he was. "...will definitely draw attention."

"But was the woman's death the tragedy, or her life?"

"Even if I believed I was doing good- for who I am to presume what is good for others?"

"She would be brave. She would be heroic. She would make her own destiny."

"I haven't used my glamour since I was twelve years old,” she whispered, gaze piercing as if it were very important to her that Scarlet understand this. “Not since I was old enough to control it. That's why the visions come to me. That's why I'm going mad."

"Jacin said nothing else. Neither did she. After the first ring was completed, she leaned her head against his thigh, making herself more comfortable as she picked out a sunburst orange. Overhead, Jacin sighed, and she felt the faintest brush of fingertips against her hair. A hint, a suggestion of togetherness, before he became a statue once more."

"What did you bring me today? Delusional mutterings with a side of crazy?"

"They're the first crew I've ever had and most of them even call me Captain. I'm going to miss them."

"Tapping a finger against the flesh of her elbow, she deadpanned, “Jacin Clay, there is an assassin under my bed."