Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

— Sophie Jordan

But you're worried I'll get in trouble?" I try not to show how much this pleases me. I've managed to ignore him for days now and here I sit. Lapping up his attention like a neglected puppy. My voice takes on an edge. "Why do you care? I've ignored you for days." His smile fades. He looks serious, mockingly so. "Yeah. You got to stop that.

— Sophie Jordan

Don't stay away from me anymore." I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won't. I can't promise that. Can't

— Sophie Jordan

He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

— Sophie Jordan

He stares at me so darkly, so hungrily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do," I admit.

— Sophie Jordan

He stiffens against me, pain written all over the mess of a face. He grabs my face in his hands. Holds me. "It's not over. We're not through, Jacinda." His eyes blister, glitter darkly." I'll find you. I will. We'll be together again.

— Sophie Jordan

His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.

— Sophie Jordan

I once saw a show about an amputee who lost his leg and still feels it. He actually wakes up at night to scratch his leg as if it’s still there, attached to him. They call it a phantom limb. I would be like that. A phantom Drake, tormented with the memory of what I once was.

— Sophie Jordan

Ironic. I'm here because of my inherent dangerousness, but it's my inherent politeness that makes me put up with this. With him.

— Sophie Jordan

I touch his cheek, see my handshake, and quickly pull it back. He grabs my wrist, places my palm back against his cheek, and closes his eyes like he’s in agony. Or bliss. Or maybe both. Like he’s never been touched before.

— Sophie Jordan