Blay's Quotes

#1. Blay's head whipped around to his mate. "Really? You asked my dad?" Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. "It's my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.

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#2. With that, he looked over his shoulder.
Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh ... my God," he whispered.

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#3. Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

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#4. I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again."
Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other - "
"With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.

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#5. Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?"
Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?

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#6. I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah ... thank you.

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#7. But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want.
Apart from Blay, that was.

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#8. The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover's kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more than the hot sex they'd just had.

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#9. Still, good boys liked to make their moms happy, and Blay had always been a good boy. His

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#10. As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

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#11. No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common. Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.

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#12. Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew - and how fabulous.

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#13. Fuckin' A ... hope didn't so much spring eternal as it drowned out common sense and self-preservation.

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#14. The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say ... trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.

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#15. I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook."
"See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

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#16. How ironic. Now that he wasn't with Blay, he was being faithful to the fucker.

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#17. And God help them both, if it hadn't been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid.

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#18. The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body.
So ... this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.

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#19. Blay said roughly,"I'm still in love with him"
Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed at the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. " I know. You thought you weren't?

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#20. Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.

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#21. He thinks I love him. As in ... in love with him. Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn ... a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though? He's right.

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#22. Holy shit . . . They'd joined the war.

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#23. Blay thought of the text that he didn't intend to ignore. "You suck." "Yes, I do, don't I." Qhuinn licked his lips. "And you like me to.

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#24. Love, after all, was universal. Qhuinn closed his fist up tight, and knew he would never, ever take that ring off. "Always," Blay murmured. "Because family is an always kind of thing.

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#25. Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

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#26. How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around. Eighteen. Hundred.' Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.' What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are severe?' Crowbars. Big, massive-' Blay cut in. 'Clubs. Had to be those ceremonial black clubs.

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#27. Quinn: "Shiiiiiiit. I nearly killed him."
Blay: "Well, arguably you were being gallant."

referring to strangling Saxton for "cheating" on Blay.

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#28. Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn - and probably always would be.
"Why?" he said to his lover.
"Because I want you for however long I have you.

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#29. With a quick jerk, Qhuinn wrapped his arms around the single most important person in his life. It was not Layla, although he felt a pang at that denial. It was not John, or his king. It wasn't the brothers. This male was the reason for everything.

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#30. Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn't even guess at.
Bad time. Bad place.
For that kind of thing.
Forever.

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#31. Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally ... in love with you.

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#32. Say the word. Say the word and I won't go.
Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.
Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-

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#33. You almost died tonight, he wanted to say. You dumb son of a bitch, you nearly died ... and then what would we have done?
And not "we" as in the Brotherhood.
Not even "we" as in he and John.
More like ... "me".

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#34. They never held hands. Never kissed in front of anyone. And there were no covert hot glances, either. But then again, Blay was a gentleman. And Saxton the Classy Slut put on a good show.
His cousin was a straight-up whore -

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#35. Shit. With Qhuinn looking at him like that, he couldn't remember his own name. Blaysox? Blacklock? Blabberfox? Who the fuck knew ...

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