Quotes About Betrayal

Unexpected Elizabeth wasn't falling into his arms as he'd anticipated, even after he had acted heroic and been valiantly injured. Perhaps he had lost her.

Obviously, you don't know this, Empress, but you ride with the very one who killed you in the last game! He's played you false! Nope, I knew. He decapitated me. Blah.

Ugly on the inside! she'd screamed. I could never love you! She truly hadn't fallen for him. For him. Which indicated that she was an idiot. He had no time or patience for them.

To both Holly and Cade, Tera said, "Then we part ways here, hopefully with peace still between us." Cade shrugged. "What's a few arrow wounds among friends, yeah?" With a wince, she said, "About those arrows, Cade. They were dipped in poison—" "Poison!" Cade bellowed. "Ah, come on, Tera!

Ultimately, the blame for hurting you goes to your ex-fiancé. He didn't appreciate what he had," Dmitri grated. "So yes, I made him my mark, because you deserve a faithful husband. And unlike him, I can keep my eyes on the queen!" Oh.

Mortal, if there's one thing I've learned in all my years, it's this: lies are curses you place

Those bastards had driven me into a trap; Cyclops  ate  the trap.

I didn't need to be kissing a man who'd ruthlessly cut me out of his life. Didn't need to reward his shitty treatment of me. Jess had an m.o. for dealing with badly behaving males—she called it ABC: Always Be Crazier.

Those who betray me do it only once.

To Bettina, she'd written: The old Vrekener king was a vicious fiend who got what he deserved. Kudos to your new vamp husband for a well-played assassination and tournament victory.

How could he be so good to me when I'd hurt him so deeply? I remembered his blood-curdling roar when I'd ridden away from him—to be with Jack. . . . As

Doona bring me back to life only to destroy me once more.

I'd assumed Jack's death was the worst that I could endure. Matthew might have been preparing me for both of their murders. Dear

Resisting her hold over him, the vampire yelled to the crowd, "Mark me, and listen well! I've won this tournament. . . . No one here can deny my victory. . . . I've won this crown"—he pointed his bloodied sword at her—"and Bettina as my wife." Claws digging into his chest, lungs failing, he bellowed, "I forsake you both!

Way to hurt my feelings, Wroth. She sniffled. Now I'll really have to kill you.

Bowe had already returned to the scotch. "And how'd that go?" "Poorly. Now she believes I'm a liar. Probably because I lied to her.

The vampire had humiliated her and her oldest friend, but she still missed him to an aching degree.

Doona bring me back to life only to destroy me once more." The

He'd told me those slashing marks were our story, to remind him never to trust me. I'd told him history didn't have to repeat itself.

Past tense. It's one thing to like a girl who wants another guy. It's another to like a girl who plans to murder you at a time of her convenience.

Thronos, you haven't been venting it—you've been giving it to me to keep. You might have eased your ill will, but you've kindled mine.

Who's the woman?" she asked to change the subject, though Emma had known at first sight. "Cassandra. She's a friend from the clan." "Only a friend?" "O' course. And that is tenuous, after she hurt you." "You'd take my side over hers? When you've known me for so short a time?" He caught her gaze. "I will always take your side. Over anyone's.

Wolf, I knew everything before Lizvetta. And it was all wrong.

Wroth fell to his knees, head bowed as a guttural sound of pain erupted from his chest. At the first opportunity, he'd offered her torture, only to follow it by stealing her freedom from her. And then… A heart for a heart. She'd made his beat. Had he broken hers? He'd lost her. And he'd deserved to.