Quotes About Tension

Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. Must we do this? What happened -- 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 on my neck would suggest otherwise.

Panting, he looked into a face he couldn't see. What the fuck is your problem? I'm bored. With that, she head-butted him right in the goddamn nose.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world.

You stay away from Xcor." "You are not in a position to give orders, female." He laughed in a hard burst. "Jesus Christ, I can't believe this is all over someone like him. Who the hell is that piece of shit anyway—" "He's your fucking brother," she snapped. "That's who he is.

Excuse me," she cut in. "Is that a grenade?" Ehric looked at the compact, palm-sized bomb in his hand. "Why, yes. It is.

All around, grown men were getting out of cars and shoving at each other like fifteen-year-olds, the bunch of juiced-up, armchair quarterbacks ready to peanut-gallery it up: The closest they were going to get to the octagon was standing on the outside of the chicken wire looking in.

When a figure materialized from out of nowhere right next to him, Qhuinn nearly pulled his trigger, but the blond and black head of hair was unmistakable. "Do you want to get shot?" Qhuinn demanded. In a Darth Vader voice, the angel shot back, "Your weapons are nothing against me." "For fuck's sake—" -Qhuinn & Lassiter

The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. "Have we stopped moving?" he said hoarsely.

I'm sorry," Butch muttered. "I behaved unprofessionally. It won't happen again." Helania lifted her head off Boone's pec. "Are you kidding me? I want to shoot him, too." "No one's shooting anybody," Vishous cut in. Then he rolled his eyes. "And you know people be losin' their shit if I'm the one saying something like that.

That Zsadist guy . . . you had to wonder when he was going to lose it. And what he was going to take out with him when he did.

Qhuinn?" Those iridescent blue eyes frowned. "Are you okay?" "Sorry." He leaned in and pressed his lips to the male's jugular. "Distracted. But you do that to me, don't you." As

As V arrived back at the mansion with the King, he'd really just plain fucking had it with everyone. And that included himself. But

You're what," she whispered. "I want to hear you say it." "I'm hard," he moaned. "For you." Yes

I'm waiting," Wrath muttered. "And you know how much I love that shit.

Rhage stepped in front of him. "Hey, hi! How are you?" Hollywood stuck his hand out. "I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the piece of meat that's going to force you headfirst into your buddy Qhuinn's Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I'd introduce myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.

Murhder- he's coming, people, he's coming (that's what she said)- I just have to fit him in (that's also what she-) Okay, that escalated quickly....

If Tohr hadn't hated the motherfucker with such a passion…he'd have almost respected the sonofabitch. —

You scare the shit out of me, female." He

But then, lately panic went with everything, didn't it? The new black.

The only warning he gave the cop as he winged the first two-hundred-pound crate out of the building was, "Brace yourself, Effie.

For him, life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other.

Three days. During which there was enough drama going on to make War and Peace looked like a comic book.

How he roomed with the fucker was inexplicable.

Will you two cut the shit and get a room already, Axe drawled. No offense, but rom coms make me sick. This is not a romantic comedy, Novo ground out. It's a murder mystery with an obvious ending.