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There wasn't an in-between for me. I lived at extremes. And maybe I'd die at them too.

Hierarchy was like breathing: the only time you thought about it was when something went wrong.

I was outnumbered, unarmed, weak, and screwed. In that order.

"You have no right to tell me-"
"You do not want to finish that sentence, missy. You want to sit down, close your mouth, and eat."
"How am I supposed to eat with my mouth closed?"

"Good boy, Devon," I taunted. "You got me home before dark. If you can sit, shake and roll over, too, I'm sure Callum will give you a doggie treat."

"Show of hands," Devon said, breaking the silence. "Who thinks we're screwed?"

I wasn't entirely sure how to reply. Blow me and Screw you both seemed like strong contenders, but the peanut gallery in my head appeared to be favoring castration.

She'd been taught all her life not to attack humans, but knocking them unconscious with tranquilizer guns was more of a gray area.

Bryn, when you were six years old, you tried to bungee jump off a jungle gym by connecting the straps of your overalls to the bars with your shoelaces. Caution has never been your strong suit.

"Did you follow me here?" I asked.
Lake shrugged. "The word follow seems to suggest you got here first."

We were getting ready to cross into another pack's territory, and my second-in-command was making spirit fingers.

"Three questions," I said, ticking them off on my fingers as I spoke.
"One: do you have a car? Two: do you have plans tonight? And three: how fast can you drive?"

I could feel his heart beating, feel his mind and thoughts blending with my own as the two of us stood there, bathed in the moonlight and feeling its effects like a drug.
Whoever Chase was, he was mine.

It's not the bad memories that tear a person apart. It's the good ones.

The trick to being abandoned was to never let yourself long for anyone who left.

Everything's a game, Avery Grambs. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win.

Most people built walls to protect themselves. Dean did it to protect everyone else.

Sometimes all a girl really needed was a very bad idea.

"Little Sisters' Survival Guide, rule number thirty-seven," Skylar said.
"Scream before they hit you."

The world is the board, Heiress. We just have to keep rolling the dice.

I don't believe in destiny or fate - I believe in choice.
Love wasn't just a choice - it was dozens, hundreds, thousands of choices.
Every day was a choice.

In the tapestry of life, our inheritance is the thread that we weave into the fabric of history.

Every choice we make shapes the legacy we pass on to the next generation.

Beneath the guise of loyalty, betrayal can lie dormant, waiting for the right moment.

"Why do I have to tell a story?" I asked.
"Because if you don't tell the story, someone else will tell it for you."

Sometimes, strangers can become more like family than blood ever could.

Power is not in what you possess, but in how you wield it.

In the realm of secrets, answers are the most precious treasure.

Secrets are the bricks that build the walls of mystery.

Some people said that broken bones grew back stronger. On the good days, I told myself that was true, that each time the world tried to break me, I became a little less breakable.

"If I were choosing between you and any one of them," he'd told me, "I would choose them, always and every time."
But he hadn't.

Better the devil you do know than the devil you don't.

As awful as it sounds, money is power, and power is magnetic.

Power was as much a fact of life for this guy as gravity. The world bent to the will of Grayson Hawthorne. What money couldn't buy him, those eyes probably did.

Maybe, to do what you and I do, we have to have a little bit of the monster in us.

I love you. I would die to protect you. I would make you hate me to keep you safe because damn it, Avery - some things are too precious to gamble.

Sloane slipped an arm around my waist. "There are fourteen varieties of hugs," she said.
"This is one of them."

When the odds are bad, you change the rules.

You feel stupid. Doesn't mean you are.

"None of us had normal childhoods," Sloane said quietly. "If we had, we wouldn't be Naturals."

I'm just saying that statistically, a psychopath is more likely to end up as a CEO than a serial killer.

Everything you said or did was a data point you put out there in the world.

"A guy who thinks he knows everything," I muttered. "That's new."

Sometimes you gotta excise a wound before it can heal.

Knowing that Mr. Yates was infamous for giving impossible tests had made me want to redefine possible.

Something about the curve of his lips was more intimate than any touch.

"Ever had your life ruined by someone with the last name Hawthorne?" Alisa continued.
I stared at her, then managed to answer more confidently this time. "No."
Alisa smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Lucky you."

I'd gone my whole life without romance. I didn't need it, not the way I needed this: being part of something, caring about people in a way that I hadn't realized I still could. Not just Michael and Dean, but Sloane and even Lia. I fit here. I hadn't fit anywhere in a very long time.

Maybe ever.

I couldn't screw that up.

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.