Quotes About Loyalty

Just don't go out fighting. I don't need to know where you're going, that's your biz. But if you get yourself killed, I got ninety-nine problems and you're the biggest one of them. Rehv to John

I'm going to stay here and see if he comes back, Wrath said as the double doors opened and V strode in. I want the rest of you out searching for him in the city, but before you go, first let's get an update from our very own Katie Couric. He nodded at Vishous. Katie? V's glare was the ocular version of a fully extended middle finger

Trust me, true? V

With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, If I could, I would. Excuse me? Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. If I could love a guy like that, it would be you.

You don't go after what's mine. Now be a good boy and gut yourself. -Xhex, Lover Mine.

There is no fight – I'm yours. If you want, here and now. Or later. A week, a month, years from now.

He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.

Our strength must be tested," he whispered, "for us to know it's still there. And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever.

He hung up and looked at Rhage. "Hate this," the brother said. "I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home." "Didn't like seeing you shot." Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly.

You going to try the rest of your gear on? he asked on an exhale. Or you want to whine about your pants a little more? Don't make me flip you off. Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby? [Vishous to Butch]

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead? Vishous to Butch

The great thing about family, Mary mused, was that they showed up. When it really mattered, your family, be they blood or by choice, were always where you needed them to be, even though they had busy lives and jobs and children of their own.

There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged, you were just glad the sons of bitches were still on the planet. It gave you the illusion that life wasn't as fragile as it actually was--and on occasion, that was the only thing that got you through the night.

As he shut the door, he was painfully aware that they were each talking about their young--only Wrath's had four paws and a tail. Least he didn't have to worry about George succeeding him or being blind.

Wrath pulled the trigger on the brotherhood...

No," Wrath said without looking away from Xcor. "Before we kumbaya this shit, you're going to do something for me, right here and now." The King pointed to the carpet at his feet. "On your knees, bastard." —

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mother ship called.

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.

Butch sighed in relief. Listen, man, do me a favor. Warn me before you pull another stunt like that. I'd rather choose. Then he smiled a little. And we still ain't dating. V laughed in a short burst. Go to sleep, roomie. You can kick my ass for this later. I will

Isaac Rothe, Matthias

Do not tell me you're a Yankees fan," V drawled. "I'll have to kill you, and frankly, tonight we need all the wingmen we've got.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

In all the time they'd known the guy, iAm had never paid any particular attention to the females. Or the males. Personally, Rhage had always thought the poor bastard was suffering from Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.

She. Comes. With. Me.