Priya Ardis Quotes

He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again.
I pictured smacking him in the face.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing?

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?

If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.

The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”
Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”
“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”
“You deserved it.

I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”
Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.
He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

Well, can you tell her that?"
He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will."
Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!"
"So many rules in this century," Vane muttered.