Sovereign Hope (Hope #1)

And what do I smell like?"
"Like arrogance and self-adoration," she snapped. "I can smell it a mile off.Why bother saying you didn't help me when it could only have been you?

A sharp rap at her window startled her even further, and her blood rushed in a charge from her head to her feet. She blinked and blinked again, but the tall figure at the window didn't appear to be going anywhere.
"It's really wet out here, y'know," came a muffled voice from the other side of the glass. "Are you going to ignore me for much longer?

Can you meet me?"
"Sure I can. What else are friends for but swooping in to the rescue when their girlfriends are are being stalked by creepy strangers?

Come on, there's no one there. You want coffee?" Tess asked.
"Yeah, sure, why not? I'm only on the brink of a nervous breakdown. I don't imagine why caffeine wouldn't help this situation.

Fate must hate her. He was far too good-looking to be someone she had just crashed into.

He cupped her face lightly in his hands, and gravity seemed to draw them together, like light towards a black hole.

He paused and caught her in the flash of his eyes. The term green with envy sprung to mind for some reason, though that wasn't the particular sin that burned through her when he locked her to the spot. Nope. That would be lust, her conscience whispered. She scowled. Was it possible for your own body to turn traitor on you? If it was, then hers most certainly had.

His strong jaw line was clenched tight, and a pair of startingly cool green eyes picked her apart with scientific precision. There was something fierce and angry about them that made her tremble a little. Fate must hate her. He was far too good-looking to be someone she had just crashed into.

It didn't matter that Daniel had already seen her at her absolute, tear-streaked, bedraggled worst. She still had an overwhelming desire to be pretty for him. Which made her resent herself.

It's a beautiful dream, love. But some dreams just cost too much.

Promise not to kill me?"
A razor smile spread across his face.
"Will you at least try?"
He arched an eyebrow. "I can try.

She was connected to Daniel. It felt as though his soul and hers were twisted together in a way she couldn't ever have imagined possible.

Tell me, if you wanted to steal someone's life force, would you take their toe nail clippings?" Farley just stared at her. This conversation was getting weirder by the second.

There's something really interesting in the way you shy away from virtuous touch," he said.
"I don't mind the virtue part. It's you I mind.

There were other words at the back of his throat, words that a normal person would have said, about not wanting to crush her hope, about not wanting to pull her into this life. They remained there, frozen, each one a tiny insect trapped inside amber, testimony to the fact that once upon a time he might have been the kind of person to say words like those.

The thing about car chases is this: if you're traveling through downtown LA at lunchtime, you can forget about them. In that kind of traffic, all you can hope to have in the way of a highway pursuit is a crawling affair where the object of the chase has plenty of time to make a distress call.

We've got a war about to be unleashed here-one that I'm going to die for. One where you and I are an impossibility. So I don't get to tell you that I love you. And you don't get to look at me like that.” - Daniel

What’s the matter, Highness?” Beatty taunted. “You think Immundus line up to fight skinny girls one at a time? You think they stand around having tea and cake until Princesses have caught their breath?” he chuckled mercilessly, and I gritted my teeth.

There was only so much I could take. I spun on the spot and lashed out hard in a back kick that landed with a satisfying thud, square in his chest. He stumbled back and fell to the ground with his eyes wide, staring at me as I had a small laugh of me own.

“What’s the matter, Beatty? You think skinny girls wait politely while big hairy men take time out to laugh at their own bad jokes?

Yeah, sure, why not? I'm only on the brink of a nervous breakdown. I can't imagine why caffeine wouldn't help this situation.

You can't have 'ass' as a word." Tess declared. She picked up Farley's tiles and thrust them back into her hand."You're forgetting the rules. You're supposed to put down words that you know relate to Oliver.Like hockey. Or six pack."
Farley pulled a face.
"Unless you're commenting on the fact that he has a really great ass, in which case ewww, but okay.

You should come with me."
"What? I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"I think you should," he replied.
"And why would I do that? You just told me you're following me!"
"No, I didn't. I said someone was following you. I was following them.