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“If she was mine, I'd cherish every inch of her. And I wanted to. Now”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“My palms itched to have a close encounter of the bitch-slap kind with his face.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Holy Hawt Chemisty, Batman!”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I don't think he meant to kiss me," I said finally.
"What? Did he slip and fall on your mouth? Those things are known to happen.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“No. Sorry. You have spent months being the biggest jerk to me. You don't get to decide to like me one day and think I will forget that. I want someone to care for me like my dad cared for my mom. And you aren't him.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Doesn’t he own a shirt?â€� I asked, grabbing a spade. “Unfortunately, I don’t think so. Not even in the winter. He’s always running around half-dressed.â€� She groaned. “Its disturbing that I have to see so much of his…skin. Yuck.â€� Yuck for her. And hot damn for me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Why are you such an ass?" The words came out before I could think twice.
"Everyone has to excel at something, right?"
"Well, you're doing a great job.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect." His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. "The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It's just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“The day my internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Thanks,â€� I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.â€�

He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.�

I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,� I snapped.

“It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?� He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.�

Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,� I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.�

“A dickhead?� he repeated. “How charming.�

I flipped him off.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never
thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I’m convinced it should be an Olympic sport.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“How long have you been standing there?"
"Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger."
"He deserved it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West
Virginia, the land of lost models.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I didn't tell you this because I'm sure you would've changed your mind about the dress."
"What?" I frowned. "Does it make my butt look big?"
She laughed. "No. You looked stunning in it."
"Then what's the deal?"
Her smile turned downright mischievous. "Oh, you know, just that the color red is Daemon's favorite.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Swimming was the last thing I wanted to do. Drowning him? Maybe.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“But no matter where I went, what I was running from would still be with me—Kat. She wasn’t just back in the house, in that bed. She was with me now, inside me. And there was no outrunning that.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I hate you and your freaky alien powers.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I bet you think things through, right? Accept candy
from strangers and get into vans with a sign that reads free Kittens?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You haven’t locked yourself in any rooms or rocked in any corners, right?â€�
I rolled my eyes and began walking again. “No Daemon, but thanks for making sure I’m mentally sound and all.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Oh, yeah.â€� Carissa nodded. “They were googley-eyed in class on Friday. It was pretty steamy, the whole ‘I’m
screwing you with my eyesâ€� thing they had going on.â€� I choked on my drink. “That was not what we were doing. We were talking!”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“And this is why you don’t want me to be friends with Dee, because you were afraid that I’d find out the truth?â€�
“That, and you’re a human. Humans are weak. They bring us nothing but trouble.�
My eyes narrowed. “We aren’t weak. And you’re on our planet. How about a little respect, buddy.�
Amusement flickered in his emerald eyes. “Point taken.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon."
Daemon's grin went up a notch. "Nah, she likes my ass too much for that.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“For a moment, I pretended. Not that we weren't two different species, because I didn't see him that way, but that we actually liked each other.

And then he shifted and rolled. I was on my back, and he was still on the move. His face burrowed into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Sweet baby Jesus...Warm breath danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body. His arm was heavy against my stomach, his leg between mine, pushing up and up. Scorched air fled my lungs.

Daemon murmured in a language I couldn't understand. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful and soft. Magical. Unearthly.

I could've woken him up but for some reason I didn't. The thrill of him touching me was far stronger than anything else.

His hand was on the edge of the borrowed shirt, his long fingers on the strip of exposed flesh between the hem on the shirt and the band of the worn pajama bottoms. And his hand inched up under the shirt, across my stomach, where it dipped slightly. My pulse went into cardiac territory. The tips of his fingers brushed my ribs. His body moved, his knee pressed against me.

I gasped.

Daemon stilled. No one moved. The clock on the wall ticked.

And I cringed.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You don't look like an alien!' It seemed important to point that out.

He arched a brow. 'And what do aliens look like?'

'Not...not like you,' I sputtered. 'They aren't gorgeous--'

'You think I'm gorgeous?' He smiled.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“What's your deal?" I asked in the hallway after class. "I know you did that."

He shrugged. "So?"
... "That was rude, Daemon. You embarrassed him." ... "And I thought using your ... stuff would draw them here?"
... "That was barley a blip on the map. That didn't even leave a trace on anyone."
He lowered his head until the edges of his dark curled brushed my cheek. I was caught between wanting to crawl into my locker or crawl into him. "Besides, I was doing you a favor."
I laughed. "And how was that doing me a favor?"
... "Studying math wasn't what he had in mind."
That was debatable, but I decided to play along ... "And what if that's the case?"
"You like Simon?" His chin jerked up, anger flashing in his emerald eyes. "You can't possibly like him."
... "Are you jealous? ... Your jealous of Simon?" I lowered my voice. "Of a human? For shame, Daemon.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You look like you're twelve. No. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Aliens—if they exist—are little green men with big eyes and spindly arms or…or giant insects or something like a lumpy
little creature.� Daemon let out a loud laugh. “ET?�
“Yes! Like ET, asshole. I’m so glad you find this funny.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Daemon: I checked out your blog.
Katy: Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?
Daemon: In your dreams, Kitten. Oh wait, I'm already starring in those, aren't I?
Katy: Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I was feeling the height of bitchiness.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes.
I needed to stop looking at him in general.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You jerk."

Grinning, he backed down the steps. "I'll see you at noon, Kitten."

"I hate you," I hissed.

"The feeling's mutual." He glanced over his shoulder. "Twenty bucks says you wear a once-piece swimsuit."

He was insufferable.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“She's a stupid-'

'Be careful what you say next.' Daemon's voice was low but carried. 'Because what you don't know and what you can't possibly understand will get a bolt of light in your face.'

My eyes widened, as did pretty much everyone's in the room. Ash swallowed thickly and turned her cheek, letting her blonde hair cover her face.

'Daemon,' Mr Garrison said, stepping forward. 'Threatening one of your own for her? I didn't expect this from you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Daemon arched a brow. 'Are you feeling me up, Kat? I'm liking where this is heading.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You know what they say about boys next door...”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I'm not leaving, Kitten. You're going to do this."
My mouth opened as did the door behind us. Stomach dropping, I turned to see Mom standing there in all her fuzzy-bunny pajama glory. Oh, for the love of God.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Am I glowing?"
"Like a Christmas tree."
"Not just the star?"
The bed moved a little, and I felt his hand brush my arm. "No. You're super bright. It's kind of like looking at the sun.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Because this absolutely insane - the craziest thing I'd ever done. Worse than giving a one-star review, scarier than asking for an interview with an author I'd give my firstborn to eat lunch with, more stupid than kissing Daemon.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“His hand rested above my hip, having a totally different impact on me. My skin tingled underneath the chiffon. Daemon cleared his throat as he glanced away. 'You...you look beautiful, by the way. Really too good to be with that idiot.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I'm sure I look like a drowned cat."
"You look fine. The wet look works for you."
I scowled. "Now I know you're lying.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You’re such an ass. Has…anyone ever told you that?â€�
He flashed a genuinely amused smile. “Oh, Kitten, every single day of my blessed life.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You're perfect for me,' I whispered in my own language.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I didn't eat all of it."

"Oh, so it ate itself?" Dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake. "Did the spoon ate it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it."

"Actually, I think the freezer ate it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Daemon stilled above me. 'I won't hurt you, Kat.' His tone was softer, but still laced with fury as he tried to control me without doing any real damage. 'I could never hurt you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I needed to get a grip. Or a camera to memorialize this moment, because I bet I could make a money from a video of him. I could make a fortune... As long as he didn't open his mouth.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!"
"We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“My mouth opened as did the door behind us. Stomach dropping, I turned to see Mom standing there in all her fuzzy-bunny pajama glory. Oh for the love of God. Her eyes went from me to Daemon, completely misinterpreting everything. The glee in her eyes made me want to vomit on Daemon's head.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian