Quotes About Tension

Trent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun?" He looked at me in disgust. "You're here to protect me," he said as he closed the distance between us and stood beside me. "You didn't bring a weapon?" "Yeah, I brought a weapon," I snapped as I brought my splat gun out and aimed it at the ceiling where the sounds were coming from. "I just thought that since you're a freaking murderer you might have a gun, too (...)

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

My breath slipped from me, almost a groan. Trent Kalamack. The obscenely successful, smiling businessman, ruthless bio- and street-drug lord, elf in hiding, and pain-in-my-ass-extraordinaire Trent Kalamack. Right on schedule. Why is it you show up only when I need money?

Past him was Trent, a tired look on his face. Holding my borrowed shawl close, I watched Jonathan as I slid out. "Why, thank you, Jon," I said brightly, "you freaking bastard." Trent ducked his head, hiding a smile.

Hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn't get enough air, and I couldn't find the desire to push her away

Tell me where you want it," I said. Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. "You're asking me?" "Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.

You!" she said, stepping forward with a vehement expression and her finger pointed. Heart pounding, I pressed into Al. Funny how he seemed so much safer now. (Newt, Rachel and Al)

Edden called the church first," she said by way of greeting, her thin eyebrows high as she spotted Ford's arm linked in mine. "Hi, Ford." The man reddened at the lilt she'd put in her last words, but I wouldn't let him take his arm back. I liked being needed. "He's having trouble with the background emotion," I said. "And he'd rather be abused by yours?" Nice. (Ivy, Rachel and Ford)

Ford put a hand to his head. "Back up. Back up!" he cried. "You're too close." Heart pounding, I looked at the eight feet between us and pressed into the fridge. "I think he meant for the ghost to back up," Jenks said dryly.

Tension pulled my eyes open when her fingers traced a trail down my neck. Sensation blossomed, and I threw my head back and sucked in the air. Her arm slipped around my waist, catching me before I fell.

I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit the wall.

Tighter than a straight man's butt cheeks in prison

I jumped at him with a howl, and Al grabbed me by the neck. I clawed at him, and he casually thunked my head into the wall.

If Jenks and she were to be believed, I structured my life to be as horrific as possible to have fun in bed, but having Ivy mad at me might be too much for even me right now.

Jenks snorted, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it away. "You can help Rachel by dropping dead." "That's still an option," said Ivy.

Eloy turned to her, his lip curling when he saw her face, but I hadn't won anything in our verbal pissing match. "Can we please have some blood?" Winona awkwardly flipped him off with her thick fingers, and I almost applauded.

Ready, Rachel? I'd like your opinion on the lab that was broken into." His eyes flicked past us to the closed nursery door before coming back to us, his smile fading as he noticed Ceri's tension. I was such a coward. "You want me to look at a crime scene? That's a switch," I said

You want to play the winner?" I called out to Ivy, lounging on a chair with her back to the wall as she pretended to read a magazine and watch us without being obvious about it. She'd put herself right in the sun, which told me she'd had a rough morning. She sat in the sun only when she was frustrated.

I gotta go," I wheezed. "This is shitty, you know? How do you live like this?" "Rachel!" he cried, but it was too late, (Rachel and Al)

Get out," he said flatly. "I just got her normal again. Get out before you turn her into a sniveling, twitterpated…twit!" "Jenks!" I exclaimed, and Pierce put a calming hand on me. "That is my intent, Jenks," he said gallantly, and I wondered if Pierce meant his intent was to leave or to turn me into a twitterpated twit.

I thought this was the safest place to hammer out an agreement with Piscary," I said meekly. "My office?" he barked. "Well…" I hedged. "Maybe a conference room?

The former world leader snarled at me when he found his balance. My face went cold, and I wondered if I'd fare better in the circle with Al.

Look," I said, my finger jabbing out to point at him. "I don't like you. Jenks doesn't like you. And Ivy wants to eat you. Start talking.

You've been nothing but a pain in the ass," she said as she grabbed her purse, just about the only thing she had since we'd kidnapped her. "No wonder Rachel doesn't like you. I don't like you, and I like everyone.