He’d play dirty, break the rules—he didn’t care. He wanted to stay in the game and this was the only way he knew how.

All of the jinn had refused to manifest a mattress for him, but the skag lay on the stone floor as though it were a king’s bed.

I’ve got you.

Last words are a kindness and I am not feeling kind.

I’m going to kill you, Calar. And it will hurt like hell. And then I will take that crown and put it on my head. Time’s up, bitch.It was something Malek would have said and it made her smile, pleased at the little bit of bad in her.

Can’t we just go in a dark corner like normal people who need to hide from highly trained evil killers?” she said.“What, and let everyone imagine all the delightful things two jinn can do in the dark?”“You’re unbelievable.”“Thank you.

...you turn and grab my chin--not hard, but the way you do with a child when you want them to focus on you. It feels strange, being touched this way by you. Parental. A siren goes off in the back of my mind, but I ignore it. (Oh god, Gavin, why did I ignore it? Why couldn't I see through you?")

Have you read my emails before?" I ask. I try to keep my voice casual but I can hear the anxiety in it. The What the f*ck in it.When you're a stupid girl in love, it's almost impossible to see the red flags. It's so easy to pretend they're not there, to pretend that everything is perfect.

Sometimes I cry, wondering how it was possible that I could have been so goddamn weak, so f*cking spineless. Without you around, I can finally see all the ways you'd kept my heart shackled to yours.

I wanted to have the perfect words to tell him how he'd been family, how I wouldn't be who I was without him and how my life was a collage of memories and he was in every one. But the words couldn't get past the lump in my throat, and as his eyes became glassy, I knew that it was okay. He got it.