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“I may be a monster, but if you cut me, I'll bleed. And if you break my heart, Pae, you'll break me. So, if even a sliver of your soul longs for mine, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“You don't regret it?"
She shakes her head, her smile sad, "No."
"Good," I murmur. "Because I've always had a thing for short hair."
"Oh, really?" She laughs as I sway us in a circle.
"It's true. Among other things, of course." I shrug a shoulder. "Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And"- I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head-"how tall are you?"
She blinks in confusion. "Umm, about five and a half feet?"
"Five and a half feet," I continue evenly. "The terrifying ability to kick a man's ass. Stunning smile. Ridiculously stubborn. Hair like molten silver. Quick to threaten me with a dagger." I smile down at her. "Should I go on?”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“She is the torture I may not survive.
Eagerly, she is my undoing.
Her gaze lifts, meeting eyes that are not my own.
Eyes of the man who gets to have her-if she allows it.
She was supposed to be my forever.
Now I'll watch her become someone else's.
Because the beast doesn't get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Do you always fall into the arms of handsome strangers or is this a new thing for you?"

"No, only the cocky ones.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“No, I'm sick of running. And I won't spend the rest of my life doing it unless it's you I'm running back to."
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life tracking you down," he says quietly. "Glimpsing you in shadows. Fighting you in the streets. Dancing with you in my dreams. Because living without you is only bearable when I know you are out there still living too.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Tell me you hate me, and I'll still count every heartbeat, every freckle, every shiver of your body, if only you say it with a smile.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“I wanted to kill you," I whisper, forcing his eyes to open. "I wanted to be your undoing. But even then, I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had."
He inches toward me, head shaking and eyes roaming as though overwhelmed by what he is seeing. "Oh, but you are my undoing. My deliverance. my downfall disguised as a deity." Another slow step. "You are my ruin.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“You asked me what my favorite color was once. I'd never even pondered the answer to that question before you. And yet, I realized in that moment that it was blue." He bends to brush a kiss to my temple, a murmur against my skin. "It is your eyes.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Mark my words, Prince. I will be your undoing."

"Oh Darling, I look forward to it.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“You're not just a mission to me. You're not just another enemy for me to find. You're something even more terrifying."
Her voice is little more than a whisper. "And what is that?"
"A need."
We stare at each other, both surprised by the words that pushed their way past my lips. Sunlight is streaming through her hair, making her glow like something far too heavenly for me.
"I thought you had found your courage," she says softly.
I smile slightly. "Maybe I'm fine with being a fool. So long as it's for you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“And I'll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“You don't need a blade. I would bleed if only you asked.”
― Lauren Roberts, Fearless

“And what was your title again? The Silver Saviour?"

"Fitting. I know how much you like silvers.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“Will you forever be the prize I am aimlessly trying to win"
"Is that all I am to you? A trophy?"
"Oh, darling, a trophy implies that I won it, earned it, deserve it." He leans in farther, a certain reverence in his gaze. "But if I get to have you, it will be because you let me.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I like a challenge.
But she made it abundantly clean on what she wishes us to be: competition.
Enemies.
And more importantly, why isn't that what I want as well?”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“Are poets not just fools with fancy words?”
― Lauren Roberts

“Call us even. Call me crazy. I don’t care. Justâ€�' His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. 'Just call me yours.”
― Lauren Roberts

“Focus on the dimples you try to convince yourself you hate, even though I know you look for them every time I smile.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“And then she smiles, bright and big like the night sky hanging above us. I fear she could rival the stars.”
― Lauren Roberts

“Oh my pretty Pae, what have you done to me?”
― Lauren Roberts

“Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren't dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it.”
― Lauren Roberts

“Oh? And what else are you when you’re around me, hmm?â€� She has me swallowing, has me nervous. “I’m a fool.â€� The smile she gives me is equally amused and alluring. “Only when you’re around me?â€� “Only for you.”
― Lauren Roberts

“Even monsters can have morals.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important.
Not until I looked into a pair of ocean blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of sky blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn't seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is.
'Blue," I say, my voice low.”
― Lauren Roberts

“You don't regret it?"
She shakes her head, her smile sad, "No."
"Good," I murmur. "Because I've always had a thing for short hair."
"Oh, really?" She laughs as I sway us in a circle.
"It's true. Among other things, of course." I shrug a shoulder. "Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And"- I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head-"how tall are you?"
She blinks in confusion. "Umm, about five and a half feet?"
"Five and a half feet," I continue evenly. "The terrifying ability to kick a man's ass. Stunning smile. Ridiculously stubborn. Hair like molten silver. Quick to threaten me with a dagger." I smile down at her. "Should I go on?”
― Lauren Roberts

“She is the torture I may not survive.
Eagerly, she is my undoing.
Her gaze lifts, meeting eyes that are not my own.
Eyes of the man who gets to have her-if she allows it.
She was supposed to be my forever.
Now I'll watch her become someone else's.
Because the beast doesn't get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts

“Tell me you hate me, and I'll still count every heartbeat, every freckle, every shiver of your body, if only you say it with a smile.”
― Lauren Roberts

“No, I'm sick of running. And I won't spend the rest of my life doing it unless it's you I'm running back to."
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life tracking you down," he says quietly. "Glimpsing you in shadows. Fighting you in the streets. Dancing with you in my dreams. Because living without you is only bearable when I know you are out there still living too.”
― Lauren Roberts

“I was lonely in a way that I imagine the stars to be, observed by everyone yet too far to truly be seen.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I would spend the rest of my days making her flower crowns if she wanted to be a queen. My queen. Not Kitt's. Not Ilya's. Mine”
― Lauren Roberts, Fearless