Ronan, taking in Blue’s posture and Gansey below, observed, If you spit, Blue, it would land right in his eye. Gansey moved to the opposite side of the bed with surprising swiftness, glancing at Adam...
I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.
When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.
You are being self-pitying.I'm nearly done. You don't have much more of this to bear.I like you better this way.Crushed and broken, Gansey said. Just the way women like 'em.