Roma Montagov Quotes

To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us,’ Juliette whispered. ‘In this life and the next,’ Roma returned, ‘for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours.

They speak of Roma Montagov and Juliette Cai as the ones who dared to dream. And for that, in a city consumed by nightmares, they were cut down without mercy.

Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.

These violent delights have violent ends, you have always known this.

I will fight this war to love you, Juliette Cai. I will fight this feud to have you, because it was this feud that gave you to me, twisted as it is, and now I will take you away from it.

Together or not at all, doragaya

This is why my betrayal was so terrible. Because you believed me incapable of hurting you, and yet I did.

I said I wanted you dead," Roma confirmed. "I never said I didn't love you

I hate you, what he really meant was I love you. I l still love you so much that I hate you for it

Your life," he seethed. "Is not a game of luck". "Since when," Juliette spat, "did you care about my life?' "I don't." He was trembling with fury. "I hate you". And when Juliette didn't recoil, Roma kissed her.

moya doragaya, I love you, I love you

I made a vow to you, Roma.’ She took a step forward. No one stopped her. ‘Where you go, I go. I will not bear a day parted. I will take a dagger to my own heart if I must.

My darling, darling Juliette

Why do you pause?” Juliette mimicked bitterly. Softly, she set him down, brushing his mussed hair out of his face. “Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.

What are you afraid of?' Roma Montagov asked. Juliette's lips parted. She exhaled a short, abrupt breath. 'The consequences,' she whispered, "of love in a city ruled by hate.

You are a liar, Juliette Cai," he said. "You lied to me until I wanted you dead

Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.

Roma Montagov kicks a chair. “God—” “—dammit,” Juliette Cai finishes with a whisper, far across the city.

Keep fighting for love.

Hello, stranger

War rages on, and the city tells the tale of Roma and Juliette like some folk song passed between rickshaw runners on their breaks. They speak of Roma Montagov and Juliette Cai as the ones who had dared to dream. And for that, in a city consumed by nightmares, they were cut down without mercy.

A long time ago, Roma had told Juliette that her anger was like a cold diamond. It was something she could swallow smoothly, something to be placed upon other people, gliding along their skin in glitter and glamour before they realized far too late that the diamond had sliced them into pieces. He had admired her for it. Mostly because his own anger was the precise opposite—an uncontrollable wave of fire that knew no subtlety.

Roma Montagov wasn’t the heir scheming in the shadows anymore. It seemed that he was sick of the city seeing him as the one slitting throats in the dark, the one with a heart of coal and the clothing to match.

but here, with his pulse thudding through his chest and beating an even rhythm onto hers, he was just a boy, just a bloody, beating heart that could be cut out at any moment by a blade sharp enough

The feud keeps taking and hurting and killing and still I couldn't stop loving you even when I thought I hated you.

I will stare fear in the face," Juliette promised quietly. " I will dare to love you, Roma Montagov, and if this city cuts me down for it, then so be it.

Once, a long time ago, at the back of a library while a storm raged on outside, Juliette had asked Roma, “Do you ever imagine what life would be like if you had a different last name?” “All the time. Don’t you?” Juliette had thought about it. “Only sometimes. Then I consider all that I would miss out on without it. What would I be if I weren’t a Cai?” Roma had lifted onto his elbow. “You could be a Montagov.” “Don’t be ridiculous.

I am Russian, not an alcoholoic. -Roma Montagov

Really?" Juliette demanded through the glass door. "You climbed my house? You couldn't have simply thrown a few pebbles?" Roma looked down into the gardens below, "You don't have any pebbles.

But don’t be mistaken, Juliette.” His eyes swiveled to her slowly. That once-familiar stare was now fathomless, and Juliette’s breath caught in her throat, stilling like a creature in the headlights. She was ready. She knew what he would say. But it still tore into her, it still stung as mightily as razor wire wrapped around her heart, both ends pulled until it could wrap no tighter. “When this is over, I will have my revenge. You will answer to me for what you did.

Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I

I love you. I still love you so much that I hate you for it. -Roma Montagov

Why do you pause?" Juliette mimicked bitterly. Softly, she set him down, brushing his mussed hair out of his face. "Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.

They speak of Roma Montagov and Juliette Cai as the ones who had dared to dream. And for that, in a city consumed by nightmares, they were cut down without mercy.

Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you

Roma Montagov is my husband.

I doubt you have a penny on you,” Juliette finally replied. Reluctantly, she took a step forward and raised her hand; Roma did the same. They didn’t need to speak to make the complementing gesture. They had always known how to predict what the other was about to do. “Indeed, but I have plenty of larger bills. Would you offer more thoughts for those

Roma was going to start bawling, right here and right now. He wasn’t built for so many feelings.

I will stare fear in the face,' Juliette promised quietly. 'I will dare to love you Roma Montagov, and if the city cuts me down for it, then so be it.

Roma Montagov" she said fiercely. Roma seemed to startle at her tone. His eys grew wide, bordering on concerned. "What" "I'm gonna kiss you now

Once, a long time ago, at the back of a library while a storm raged on outside, Juliette had asked Roma, “Do you ever imagine what life would be like if you had a different last name?” “All the time. Don’t you?” Juliette had thought about it. “Only sometimes. Then I consider all that I would miss out on without it. What would I be if I weren’t a Cai?” Roma had lifted onto his elbow. “You could be a Montagov.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “Very well.” Roma had leaned in, close enough that she could see the twinkle in his dark eyes, close enough to see her own blushing face in the reflection of his gaze. “Or we could erase both names and leave this entire Cai–Montagov nonsense behind.

Roma Montagov, this is unacceptable,” Juliette declared tightly. This was all too reminiscent, too wistful, too much. “Leave before you get shot.” Even with his face shrouded in the shadows, Roma managed to convey a frown that reached Juliette with maximum effect. He looked around, seeing no one in the gardens below him. “Who will shoot me?” “I’m going to shoot you,” Juliette snapped. “No, you’re not. Open the door, dorogaya.” Juliette jerked back, horrified not by the command, but by his term of endearment. With delay, Roma seemed to realize too what had slipped out, his eyes widening a fraction, but he didn’t fumble or take it back. He merely stared at her in wait, like he hadn’t just pulled out a relic from their past, one that they had smashed to pieces.

Did he not realize that cutting off ties between them was the only way they could all walk out alive, that if Tyler even faintly suspected Juliette of being Roma Montagov’s lover, then Roma was already half lowered into his grave? He does realize, a little voice whispered. He stays for you. He will not walk away from you. Not a second time. He would rather die.

Then why?” Juliette asked. Her words came out a rasp. “Why did you do it?” “It was a compromise.” Roma scrubbed at his face harshly. His eyes slid to the mouth of the alleyway, checking for threats, checking that they were uninterrupted, unwatched. “My father wanted me to kill you outright, and I refused.” Juliette remembered the white flower lying on the path of her house, the note written from Lord Montagov. It had been dripping with mockery. “Why not?” A hard laugh. Roma shook his head. “Must you ask? I loved you.

Answer me something first,” she responded with a whisper. Roma seemed to brace. He knew. He knew what she was going to ask. “Do you still love me?” Roma’s eyes shuttered closed. A long second passed. It seemed that Juliette had misspoken, had come across a crevasse and misjudged her leap, spiriting down, down an endless dark rip— “Do you not listen to me when I speak?” he answered shakily, his lip quirking up. “I love you. I have always loved you.” Juliette had thought her heart hollow, but now it was encased with gold. And it seemed certain then that her heart remained functional after all, because now it was bursting, bursting— “Roma Montagov,” she said fiercely. Roma seemed to startle at her tone. His eyes grew wide, bordering on concerned. “What?” “I’m going to kiss you now.

Have a drink,” he said, pushing his mostly full cup in her direction. “Is it poisoned?” At that, Roma jerked his eyes to her, horrified. “No.” “Missed opportunity, Montagov.

Go on,” Juliette said with effort. She didn’t mean it. She knew Roma Montagov. He thought he wanted her dead, but the fact of the matter was that he never missed, and yet he had—all those bullets, embedded into the walls instead of Juliette’s head. The fact of the matter was that he had his hands around her throat and yet she could still breathe, could still inhale past the rot and the hate that his fingers tried to press into her skin.

Only then Roma leaned into the blade instead, until the metal was pressed right into his neck, one hairsbreadth away from breaking skin and drawing blood. “Then do it,” Roma hissed. He sounded angry. . . . He sounded pained. “Kill me.” Juliette did not move. She must have hesitated for a fraction too long, because Roma’s expression morphed into a sneer. “Why do you pause?” he taunted. The taste of blood was still pungent inside her mouth. In a blur, Juliette flipped the blade onto its blunt end and slammed the handle to Roma’s temple. He blinked and dropped like a rock, but Juliette threw the weapon away and lunged to break his fall. As soon as her hands slid around him, she let out a small exhale of relief, stopping Roma just before his head could hit the hard floor. Juliette sighed. In her arms, he felt so solid, more real than ever. His safety was an abstract concept when he was at a distance, far from the threats that her Scarlets posed to him. But here, with his pulse thudding through his chest and beating an even rhythm onto hers, he was just a boy, just a bloody, beating heart that could be cut out at any moment by any blade sharp enough. “Why do you pause?” Juliette mimicked bitterly. Softly, she set him down, brushing his mussed hair out of his face. “Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.

Roma Montagov as he

Why do you pause?' Juliette mimicked bitterly. Softly, she set him down, brushing his hair out of his face. 'Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.

We have not,” Roma lied, his gaze steady. He stood. Extended his hand across the table. “Roman Nikolaevich Montagov. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Only then an iron grip came around her waist, hauling her two steps away. “Calm down,” Roma hissed, his mouth so close to her ear that she could feel the heat of his lips, “before I throw you into the wall.” A chill swept down Juliette’s neck. In anger or attraction, she wasn’t quite sure. It seemed unnecessarily cruel that each time Roma Montagov decided to get so close, it was to make threats, especially when Juliette was hardly in the wrong here. Anger won out. It always did. “So do it,” she said through her teeth.

I hope,” Kathleen said, unable to resist the temptation, “you understand that Juliette is doing you a great favor.” Roma immediately scoffed. “There are no favors in this city. Only calculation. You heard what she said to your sister, did you not?” Kathleen had. There is an incredible amount of difference between killing an enemy too soon and killing them when the time is right. And it seemed she was the only one who had heard the hitch in her cousin’s voice that indicated she was lying. How strange it was. Both that Roma Montagov seemed angered by Juliette’s intent to destroy him and that Kathleen could see Juliette didn’t intend to at all.

Roma Montagov shrugged. “Then there is a solution. Destroy the gangs.” Kathleen lurched, almost colliding with the wall that they stood alongside. “No,” she said, horrified. “That might be worse than having a blood feud.” That would be unending grappling, rulers ousted at every turn or politicians who lied at every moment. No one would be as loyal to this city as gangsters were to it. No one.

Juliette remembered the white flower lying on the path of her house, the note written from Lord Montagov. It had been dripping with mockery. “Why not?” A hard laugh. Roma shook his head. “Must you ask? I loved you.