Filthy Rich Fae Quotes

Worrying is expensive. It costs you the one thing you can’t get back. Time.

There’s a nether court? You’re making that up.

I prefer that my boyfriends come from books,

I want to take care of you. I know you don’t need that,” he added, preempting my usual arguments. “But someone should take care of you. You take care of everyone else.

Because if ruin was the price of having him, let him destroy me.

All because I’d let my guard down for a moment, blinded by a heady combination of desperation, curiosity, and his stupid smirk. I wasn’t sure what was more dangerous: my circumstances or that smile.

In the meantime, I’m concerned about your staffing shortage. I nearly couldn’t lure her away because of it. If the hospital is that underserved, you should have told me. I rely not only on your discretion but on your services, as does my city. Hire more nurses,” he said swiftly. “I don’t care how you find them. Try doubling the starting salary.” He waited, and I just stared at him. “Then double the salary of the other staff, too.

Because the ruin he promised was something more terrifying than I could ever have anticipated. It was a family, a home, a million tiny things I’d never allowed myself to have. He had ruined my isolation, my fear, my ability to see a future where I didn’t want more.

Death was business as usual, and tonight, business was…good?

Or maybe someone needs to lock the monster selling it away.” “Shhh. Don’t forget who pays the bills.” “Paying a hospital to keep quiet doesn’t absolve sin.

I started toward the gurney just as my eyes snagged on the tip of his ear…and stopped. What the hell was wrong with it?

Gage.

And the heart of that darkness was Lachlan Gage.

It took me a moment to find my center as I stared at my brother’s body being wheeled inside—mostly because my center was right there on that gurney.

Friendly fire.

But he looked at the man beside me. “It’s about time, Lach.

What about her?” MacAlister pressed. “She is mine.

I swallowed. “A personal matter.” “Personal?” His eyes lit with interest. “Yes. As in, it’s none of your business.” “In that case”—he took another suggestive bite of apple—“no.

He picked up the discarded fruit and studied it for a moment before lifting it to that sinful mouth and sinking his perfect white teeth into the bite I’d just taken. My heart nearly climbed into my mouth.

Your soul for his—and now, you are mine.” Then, he snapped his fingers.

Like cute little garden pixies with wings? Is that what you are?

Few of us are cute…or little. And even those who are can be deadly. No one but humans would mistake us for little or cute, and the humans that do tend to die.

I can do whatever I please with you. You would do well to remember that.

Be honest, Cate. You’re here because of your foster brother. You’re an orphan. No family. You came alone to do something you knew was dangerous, so that tells me you have few friends, if you have any. No one knows you’re here. I can do whatever I please with you. You would do well to remember that.

If I decide to keep you shackled, I have far more interesting ways to bind you.

turned on him. “Is there a problem?” “Tonight is the Equinox.” I looked at him blankly. This was the second time he’d brought up this nonsense. “You might as well be speaking in Greek.

Sex is not part of our arrangement. No offense, but you’re not my type.

Had he smelled this good in the real world, or was it more fae fuckery?

You have a month and a day to break the bargain. Before then, if you can prove to me that you not only know what I stand to gain from this bargain but also that I will never get it from you, I will release you.

Slay the monster, princess.

But if you like, I could call you something else. Gertrude, perhaps?

I mean, I could gift you to another court,” he added, tearing me from my thoughts. “But I’m not sure any of them deserve dealing with you.

You’ll do.” My cheeks burned, but I refused to cower. Instead, I scanned him from head to toe, sighed, and said, “I guess I can be seen with you, too.” His lips twitched. “Is that so?

I trust you because you pulled the trigger.

Is there something wrong with this place’s foundation?” I snapped at him, swiping at the wine spreading across my torso nearly as swiftly as the heat flooding across my skin. “Or do you just stand around holding up the walls and brooding out of boredom?

started around him toward the much larger bedroom, where there was more space for the three of us—me, him, and his enormous ego.

Trespassing by thirteen. Shoplifting that year, too. Now this is interesting: at fourteen, possession of clover and assault. I knew you had it in you.

Bring whatever you like, but feel free to leave your attitude at home.” “I’m afraid that’s part of the package,” I said sweetly.

Miss Holloway works for me now. You may have her back when I decide or when she wishes to return. In the meantime, I’m concerned about your staffing shortage. I nearly couldn’t lure her away because of it. If the hospital is that underserved, you should have told me. I rely not only on your discretion but on your services, as does my city. Hire more nurses,” he said swiftly. “I don’t care how you find them. Try doubling the starting salary.” He waited, and I just stared at him. “Then double the salary of the other staff, too. And Garcia? Don’t risk my city again, or the next position we hire for will be yours.

He gave me that stupid smirk—the one that could probably melt panties.

I’ll apologize when you do, Gage.” “Why would I apologize?” “Exactly.

Clearly, you missed me.” “Did I?” His brow curved along with his lips, a tattoo creeping up the side of his neck. “That, or fae have no concept of personal space.” I took a step back.

An apology,” he whispered. I recoiled. “I’d sit down, then, because you are going to be waiting a long time.

Clover was never meant to ruin lives. It’s simply currency. A fleeting moment of happiness in exchange for money.” “Drugs don’t work like that. You’re thinking of chocolate.

What are you doing here?” “You rang.” “I didn’t.” But he tapped the pendant. “Your prayers have been answered. You were asking the gods for help.” The stupid necklace. “They couldn’t send a fire extinguisher?” “Clearly, you need me.

I’d let it burn,” he suggested.

And, princess.” He stared at my lips, licking his own in a way that told me he knew how to use that mouth for more than arrogant banter. “Later tonight, when you’re in bed not thinking about me, feel free to touch that necklace while you touch yourself.

There are no good or bad men. No black or white. We are all just a shade of gray. A collection of our choices, our hopes, our desires.

He excels at torturing people, and someday he’s going to get rewarded with a one-way ticket to hell for it.

If he was planning on bringing people home, I wanted my own zip code.