50 Quotes About Jeb

I step closer, sand sifting under my feet, as I realize another truth. “Wait . . . if you’ve known all along about Red’s magic, you’ve been playing Morpheus, letting him think he was playing you.”“Yeah.” He smirks. “I tricked the trickster. Ironic, right?” A hint of pride shines through, making his eyes glimmer the color of spring leaves.

Jen said some guy asked you but you didn't want to go. Why not?"I shrug. "I have this character flaw? Called dignity?

“Do something!” I shout.Jeb finally looks my way. “Al, we’re trying.” For the first time, I get a glimpse at his face. He looks just like the little boy in the pictures at his house. Lost, tortured, haunted. The only difference is the blood on his cheek and the labret glistening beneath his lip.

What do you mean? How does he look at me?I don't know. It's like you're a chocolate ice- cream and he doesn't have a spoon.

When you run, run to me

"The decision falls to you. She’s too weak to make it for herself. Red’s greed and vengefulness saw to that when she made Alyssa’s heart the battlefield.”“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Morpheus and Jeb answer simultaneously without hesitation.

I turn, concentrating on Jeb. “No matter what you think happened between the two of us, I love you. We share battle scars and hearts. I don’t want to lose that.” He studies my necklaces and the soldered clump of metal at my neck. “Yeah, I see how well you took care of my heart.”

“I would’ve followed you anywhere,” he mumbles, his voice raw with agony. “All I ever wanted was to spend forever with my best friend. With the girl who gave life to my paintings. But I’m not the one who inspired your mosaics, am I? It was always Wonderland. That’s why you chose him.”“Chose him? It was a kiss, that’s all—”“It’s not the kiss. Sometimes words are louder than actions.”“Words . . . ? What words?”“The promise you gave him that you couldn’t give me.”

“Remember what you said the last time we were together?” I whisper, my mouth at his shoulder, aching at the proximity and heat radiating there. I want to lift to my tiptoes and press my lips where his hair curls against his nape, want to feel him tremble at my touch like he used to. “You said you don’t give up without a fight. That was a promise.”