Quotes About Tension

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

She glared at him. "I'm not asking you to apologize." "Well, that's a relief.I doubt I could find the words.

Annabel looked down. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't do this. Not yet. She couldn't face the man she'd kissed who happened to be the heir to the man she didn't want to kiss but whos she probably was going to marry. Oh yes, and she could not forget that if she did marry the man she didn't want to kiss, she was likely to provide him with a new heir, thus cutting off the man she did want to kiss.

If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so.

Bloody hell," Phillip finally burst out. "If you're going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?

Bridgerton," he grunted. Damn damn damn. Colin Bridgerton was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even the ghost of Napoleon, come down to slice a rapier through his gullet, would have been preferable.

What are you doing here?"Lady Vickers asked, turning her frosty glare to Sebastian. "Exactly what you think, my lady," he said.

I wanted to skewer her with a stare, flay her with a frown, impale her with a—I say, what are you doing?" Charles would have answered her, but he was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

I believe I may kill you before the season is out," Sarah remarked in much the same tone she used when saying, I believe I shall have lemonade instead of tea.

Benedict suddenly had to get away. It was either that or kill the twittering ninnyhammer, and with so many witnesses, he didn't think he could get away with it.

If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria," Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, "I will kill you." There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor.

He smiled. Her stomach felt strange. She tried to smile back. She really should be going. So naturally, she did not move.

The first time you've been tied up?" He hesitated. She gasped. "Captain Ja— " "In this manner," he said quickly. And with great volume and emphasis, as if he needed to cut off her query about as much as he needed, for example, air. Her eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?" "Don't ask that question.

He wanted to come along," said the one in the corner, the only one who hadn't yet tried to kill Phillip. Phillip decided he liked this one best, especially when he wrapped his hand around Gregory's forearm to prevent the younger man from launching himself at Eloise. Which

Anthony glared at his brother, then for good measure at Miss Sheffield, who was looking at him as if he'd just despoiled ten virgins in her presence.

It was bad enough that he'd kissed her. He didn't need to want to do it again.

You disapprove of everything about me." He stepped toward her, his hand tightening on her arm. "That is so far from the truth as to be laughable.

It was agony," he whispered. She looked up, startled. He took her hand and kissed her palm. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to tell Freddie Coventry to go ahead and dance with you? What it felt like to watch him take your hand and whisper in your ear like he had a right to be near you?

was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even the ghost of Napoleon, come down to slice a rapier through his gullet, would have been preferable.

And then there was Kate Sheffield. The bane of his existence. And the object of his desires.

She was the bane of his existence. And the object of his desires. All at once.

She obviously wasn't going fast enough, because he picked her up and dropped her out the window himself, where she landed in Dunford's waiting arms. "You're here too?" she asked weakly. "If I were you, I'd be grateful for my presence. Ashbourne is nearly ready to explode.

How dare you," she breathed. "How dare you." Charles lifted one shoulder in an insolent shrug. "It was either kiss you or kill you. I thought I made the right choice." He strode to the connecting door and put his hand on the knob. "Don't prove me wrong.

She hated the noise and the streaks of light, and the crackling tension in the air, but most of all she hated what it made her feel. ~ Kate God, he loved thunderstorms. Hard to tell why. Maybe it was just the proof of nature's power over man. Maybe it was the sheer energy of the light and sound that pounded around him. Whatever the case, it made him feel alive. ~ Anthony