Top 34 Reyes Farrow Quotes
#1. Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
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#4. And he was damned nice to look at, even when he scowled. In fact, if I were totally honest, that scowl only added to the allure that was Reyes Farrow. Damn it. When I scowled, I looked constipated. Leave it to the son of Satan to turn a scowl into the stuff of fantasies.
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#5. I spotted Mr. Reyes Farrow standing next to his stunning '70 Plymouth 'Cuda. Classic. Dark. And all muscle. The car was hot, too.
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#6. The regular I both feared and salivated to see was names Reyes Farrow. Where others exuded aggression, deception, and insecurity, he literally dripped confidence, sex, and power. Mostly sex.
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#7. No one could have survived that fall. Not even a supernatural being. Not even the son of Satan. He lay there, unmoving, and I could not wrap my head around it.
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#8. I was just passing by. Saw the commotion. Figured you were involved.
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#9. I soaked him in. His image. His scent. His feel.
He pulled me to him. Dipped his head. Pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss I could only hope would not be our last.
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#10. I thought you were mad at me." "I am." "Well, I make it a rule never to have sex with anyone who's mad at me." He arched a brow. "It's a wonder you've ever had sex at all.
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#11. Reyes and I sat arm in arm in the back of the rented SUV. He seemed relieved. Happy.
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#12. I brought out the most powerful tool I had in my arsenal. "If you resist," I said into Reyes's ear, "I'll be forced to Taser you."
He looked at what I had in my hand. "That's a phone."
"I have an app. You'll probably experience nerve damage. Slight memory loss.
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#13. Just how many drinks have you had?"
"Not enough," he said, his voice oceans deep.
"Not enough to forget her?"
"There isn't enough alcohol on the planet to make me forget her.
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#14. Did you really think that when I learned my celestial name, I'd leave? I'd forget all about you?"
"You did leave. You did forget all about me."
"That's different."
"The pain was just real."
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed as though his life depended on it.
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#15. We should date."
I laughed, curled him into my arms, and kissed the soft spot underneath his earlobe. "You're going to have to go to obedience school for that to happen. You have authority issues."
"Never mind. We should have sex again and then date."
"Since you put it that way, okay.
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#16. If he didn't hate me so much and he wasn't an evil supernatural being, I'd be on him like black on Cookie's toast.
That woman could not make toast.
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#17. What other secrets are you hiding behind those sparkling eyes?"
He grinned. "You have my heart. That's where I hide all my secrets."
"Then I guess I don't have the key."
"Are you kidding? You forged the key.
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#18. I essentially killed those men. Am I slated for hell?"
He stepped to me. Put his fingers underneath my chin. Raised it until our gazes locked. "You're a god, Dutch. And the reaper. You don't get slated. You are the slate.
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#19. I noticed you tore down Donovan's house."
He lifted his gaze until it locked with mine. "He's alive because he left town. His house chose to stay. It paid the price.
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#20. No," she said with a soft chuckle. "I'm afraid he will sever the spine of any boy who breaks our girl's heart."
"Oh," I said, relief flooding me. But she had an incredibly well thought-out point.
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#21. When I'm not scouring through the backstreets of every city in the state, I keep an eye on the girl. My girl.
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#22. I watched as Reyes fell, a scream I couldn't hear wrenched from my throat as I waited for him to do something. For him to react. To save himself. It was Reyes, after all. He could do anything.
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#23. I'm not pubescent, darlin'. I'm pretty sure I can last more than fifteen minutes.
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#24. Is that what you think? That I follow you around to keep your ass out of trouble?"
"If so, you're not very good at your job."
A huge smile spread across his face. "True enough. So what's eating you? Because, sadly, it's not me.
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#25. I studied him as he studied me. Something came out of that dimension. It looked like my husband. Smelled like him. Felt like him. But the being standing in a pool of billowing black smoke was not the man I married. He was a feral version of him. A beast.
This truly was Rey'azikeen.
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#26. Rey'azikeen."
He'd offered me one last glance and winked a microsecond before he was gone.
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#27. Okay, I'll strip. I'll tap dance. I'll sing 'La Cucaracha' in C minor.
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#28. Wait." I looked around. "How did you get here?"
"I ran."
I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his menu, I said, "You called a cab."
"But I ran to the cab when it got to the cemetery.
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#29. The dreams continue for over a month. Each reveals a new facet of her personality. One night, she is wild and unpredictable. The next, she is shy or giggly or coy. She laughs and growls and bites and sucks.
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#30. A wicked grin crinkled one corner of his mouth as he secured another sticky note on the door before shutting it in my face.
I blinked, then read the note.
Use the key.
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#31. There's another part, an obstinate part, that wants more. That wants Dutch live and in the flesh. That wants her hand. Her mouth. Her hips under mine. It wants all of her. Every last ounce. Body and soul.
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#32. I don't know. You just seem different now. Distant. Like you have PTSD.
I knew from where I spoke. My TSD got P'd when I was tortured by a monster named Earl.
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#33. What do you want?"
"You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and soul. I want you in my bed every night. I want you there when I wake up in the morning. I want your clothes strung across my apartment and your scent on my skin.
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#34. How would you like your eggs?"
I tried. I really did. But I glanced at his crotch and it came out anyway. "Fertilized?
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