P.331
— McKenzie, dit-il, tendant la main pour la poser sur ma joue.
Il ne me dit pas qu'il m'aime, mais je lis les mots dans son regard. Je les sens. Il est l'homme qui ferait n'importe quoi pour moi, même attendre dix ans le temps que je m'accorde le droit de tomber amoureuse de lui. Mais je suis déjà amoureuse. Je ne peux pas le nier, et je ne veux pas l'abandonner.
Je l'embrasse. C'est un baiser furtif car nous manquons de temps, mais profond. Qui dit que je lui pardonne. Que je le veux, et qu'il a intérêt à survivre à ça.

P242
Je ne suis pas parvenue à convaincre Aren que j’aurais quitté Kyol même si je n’avais eu personne d’autre. Je l’ai quitté parce que je n’étais pas moi-même avec lui. Je censurais mes pensées, mes paroles et mes actes. J’ai essayé de devenir quelqu’un que je n’étais pas, tout ça parce que je voulais être digne de lui.
Ce n’est pas ce que je ressens avec Aren. Si ça marche entre nous, ce sera parce qu’on se correspond, pas parce qu’on se changera pour répondre aux attentes de l’autre.

P. 192
— J'accepterais de rencontrer tes parents, dit-il en s'avançant vers moi. Si tu le souhaitais.
Seigneur, cet homme m'aime, et je ne suis capable que de le dévisager tandis que mon cœur cogne dans ma poitrine. A chaque fois que je commence à me demander ce qui me pouse à vouloir être avec quelqu'un comme lui, il balaie mes doutes. Il me montre qu'il m'aime, et derrière ses sourires en coin et son attitude décontractée, il est prévenant et attentionné. La question n'est peut-être pas de savoir pourquoi j'ai envie d'être avec lui, mais pourquoi lui a envie d'être avec moi.

P27

— Ne pars plus jamais sans arme.
Ca devrait être interdit d'avoir des yeux pareils. Il y a de quoi se perdre dans ses iris argentés, parsemés de touches de lumière et cerclés de gris plus sombre. Les yeux d'un fae passent du clair au foncé selon ses émotions ; ceux d'Aren ont adopté une couleur acier qui reflète sa détermination.

P. 237

A l'instant où je souris, j'ai conscience d'avoir perdu la bataille. Aren le remarque, et je jurerais que son humour s'améliore. Toutes sortes de sentiments bizarres m'assaillent quand je me rends compte que je l'ai un peu soulagé de son stress, que j'ai un peu allégé son fardeau. J'aimerais... Oui, j'aimerais qu'il ne fasse pas partie de cette rébellion.

P. 37

Comme toutes les personnes qui viennent d'exploser leur budget, je me trouvai mille et une excuses pour soulager ma conscience : je ne pouvais pas par exemple prendre le jeté et les coussins, sans changer également les doubles rideaux. Mais du coup, la moquette allait fortement jurer. Un tapis était l'unique solution. Je me voyais déjà le caresser voluptueusement de la plante de mes pieds nus.
En l'absence d'un mec dans ma vie, j'avais bien le droit à un peu de douceur, non ?

P. 14

- Si vous êtes suicidaire, j'peux appeler les pompiers.
"Suicidaire? Et puis quoi encore ? Pour que les deux autres puissent roucouler tranquillement ? Plutôt crever ! J'avançai vers lui en titubant, le poing levé.
- C'est plutôt un meurtre que j'ai envie de commettre, espèce d'idiot !

Roman Diaz lui gâchait la vie. Il aurait pu au moins avoir la décence d'être cruel.

Jeudi 25 août, 23h34

Je viens de tuer Jason.
Hier, j'ai annoncé sur Facebook (en tant que Jason) que j'avais une grave intoxication alimentaire suite à un repas dans un restaurant de poissons. Constance a aussitôt posté 74 messages de bon rétablissement. Aujourd'hui, j'ai écrit sous le nom de James, le frère aîné de Jason, que ce dernier ne souffrait pas d'intoxication alimentaire mais d'une grave allergie. J'ai ajouté que les médecins avaient lutté en vain toute la nuit pour le garder en vie.
Constance veut maintenant savoir quand et où aura lieu l'enterrement.

The main reason why I’m so upset right now is that it feels like I somehow just broke her heart. “Oh,” Gavin says quietly. “Shit”

“You were looking out the window to see if you could see that girl, weren’t you? Do you like Kel’s sister?” “Goodnight, Caulder,” I say, ignoring his question. He grins and closes the door to his room. Before I head to my own bedroom, I walk to the window one more time. When I open the curtain, someone is standing in the window across the street with the curtains partially open. They suddenly snatch shut and I can’t help but smile, wondering if she’s just as curious about me as I am about her.

P. 48
"But my sister took my car keys until a play nice, I don't get them back. It's too damn annoying to get remplacements"
I started to grin, because the whole thing was ridiculous. It wasn't like I needed keys to get anywhere. not like this girl knew that. I made a mental note to text Dee as soon as possible.

She laughed. "She took your keys?"
The small grin slipped off my face as I returned to the side she was stading on. "It's not funny."

"You're right." She laughed again, and it was a nice laugh-throaty. Kind of sexy. "It's freaking hilarious."
I scowled at her. Of course, my keys were on the kitchen counter, but still, she could be more sympathetic to my plight.

P. 321

But if I didn't stop now, I wouldn't stop ever. And even thought I was prone to moments of "great dickdom", as Kat would say, it wasn't right. Not under these conditions. Not on a freaking couch.

Not when her life was in my hands.

And I kept messing up with her. I was the one who traced her and led an Arum to her at the library. I was the one who pissed her off and all but chased her into a street. I was the one who exposed our kind. I was the one who was repeatedly putting her in danger.

So I said tge only thing that came to mind. The only thing a knew that could snap both of us back into a cold, harsh reality.

I forced my lips into the half smile I knew always got under her skin and said, "You're barely glowing now."

P. 291

"Kat, I won't let him. Okay? I promise you. I won't let anything happen to you."

P.262

That's right, Kitten, I thought, stay away from Simon. He so doesn't deserve to be in the same time zone as you.

P. 261
"Oh Mary, mother of baby Jesus," I muttered eyes narrowing.
Kat stood by the door, her hands clasped around a tiny clutch as her gaze bounced around the gymnasium nervously. The dress... aw man, that dress should be illegal. Tight around the breats and waist, then flowing over her hips like a river of crimson silk. Her hair was up, revealing a long, gracefl neck I'd never really noticed before. That was weird, because her hair was always up it seemed, but then again, that amount of cleavage was never showing before. Except she wore that bikini. Speaking of red...
Red.

P. 260
There was no way I could stay home. Instinct was screaming that she was going to need me. Or it was a really messed-up territorial need to.. to do what?
Go in there, beat the crap out of Simon, and claim my girl?

P.258

"Too bad you're not going to see Kat in her dress since you're too cool to go to homecoming.
"I never said I wasn't going"
Dee plastered a blank look on her face. "You didn't? Huh. I was pretty sure you said something like..." She deepened her voice. "'I'd rather punch myself in the nuts then go to that stupid dance'Or something like that."
My lips twitched. "That was last year."
"When your were dating Ash."
I said nothing.
"So you're going to the dance?" she asked, flipping the long wavy black hair over hey shoulder. When I said noting, the blank look faded. "I bet you're going to that damn field party, too."
I smiled tightly. "What color is Kat's dess?"
Dee struggled to keep hey expression bland and failed. Hey eyes glimmered. "You're going to love it. That's all I'm going to say. You're just going to have to wait and see."

P.242
"Hello. Am I invisible?"
Frowning, I dragged my gaze away from Kat and looked at Ash. Hey eyes burned like sapphires. "How could you ever be invisible?"
Her lips curled up in a tight smile. "I don't know. I'm feeling like I am right now."
"Huh," I murmured, taking a drink of my milk.
The small smile faded. "Don't sound too concerned." she said drily. "Wouldn't want you to stress yourself out over there."
I didn't reply as I placed the carton of milk down and returned to...chapter oh-who-the-hell-cares? I lasted about three minutes before I looked up and was staring at Kat again. Just like last night.
Screw me.

P. 235

"You have a such a mouth on you." I told her. "Do you kiss boys with that thing?"
Hey cheeks turned bloodred. "Do you kiss Ash with yours?"
"Ash?" My smile disappeared. "You would like to know that, wouldn't you?"

P.179
I had a choice. Any second now I was going to lose control and the truck would continue its original path and barrel into Kat. Or I could edanger Kat and Dee and my race even more by exposing us. But at least Kat would still be alive, for however long she survived the Arum. I didn't hesitate un my choice.

[...]

Kay was seeing me for what I really was.

P. 181

Her wild gaze connected with mine, and she stilled underneath me, only hey chest rising and falling erratically. Neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity. Panic filled her gaze mingling with unshed tears.
That cut me. "I won't hurt you. I could never hurt you."

P.100

"Do you... do you like Katy?"
Every single part of me locked up. My sister waited while a hundred diffirent responses ran through my head. Did I like her? What in the hell kind of question was that? I lowered my arms and sat up a little, throwing one leg off the bed.
"Daemon?"
I didn't look at my sister as I stood. "No."
"What?" she whispered.
"You heard me."

[...]

I opened my mouth and then closed it. Another moment passed and I lowered the remote. "I lied."
She turned to me. "About what?"
"The first question you asked." I didn't look at her as I shook my head, staring the list of the movies on the screen. "I lied, just a little."

"You're perfect for me," I whispered in my own language.

- Je t'aime depuis longtemps, mon ami, murmurais-je.
- Je veux lire à ce sujet, répondit-il doucement, la solennité de son ton incitant mes yeux à se river sur les siens.
Ils brillaient sur moi, pleins de tendresse et d'émotion qui ne manquait jamais de me couper le souffle.
- Je veux chaque morceau de toi. Même les trucs que j'ai ratés sans même savoir que je les manquais.

P. 21
- Tu auras toujours ma confiance, murmurai-je sans réfléchir.
Ses mains durcirent et me retournèrent brutalement face à lui.
- Non, dit-il en plissant les yeux. Ne fais pas ça. Je suis ton ennemi, Meghan, ne l'oublie jamais. Si Mab me demande de te tuer devant toute la cour, il est de mon devoir d'obéir. Si elle ordonne à Rowan ou à Sage de te découper lentement en petits morceaux pour s'assurer que tu souffres à chaque seconde, je devrai rester planté là et les laisser faire. Est-ce que tu comprends ? Mes sentiments pour toi importent peu à la cour d'Hiver. L'été et l'hiver seront toujours dans des camps opposés, et rien ne pourra jamais changer cela.