Chloe Sullivan Quotes & Sayings

Ethan nodded and fell in line behind Nadia, who trotted back up the stairs, her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she moved. Really - it was like watching a shampoo commercial. — Chloe Neill

Ethan chuckled. "It hasn't escaped my attention, Sentinel, that you cringe every time I mention our future." "I don't cringe. I only cringe when you pretend-propose." He had a penchant for going down on bended knee - and straightening a hem or helping me with a shoe. "Nobody finds that amusing." "I find it excessively amusing. You do realize, don't you, that the proposal won't always be fake? — Chloe Neill

Luc would have put my head on a pike if you'd taken a hit." "How do you know I didn't?" I opened my mouth, then closed it again. "Did you?" His eyes went to sultry slits. "Do you want to look and see?" "Not especially." Liar, liar, pants on fire. — Chloe Neill

Do you have a room preference?" I asked Ethan. "Whichever you prefer," he said, "since I'll be staying with you." There was no equivocation in his voice. No question, no request for permission. It was a statement, an announcement of something he meant to do. Something he would do. "Of course you will," I said. "It would be rude to muss two of her bedrooms. We might as well bunk up and save her the trouble." Ethan rolled his eyes. "That isn't exactly the reasoning I had in mind." "Oh, I know," I said, walking back to the first bedroom. "But if I don't keep a check on your ego, you'll become insufferable." He made a sarcastic, but pleased, grunt. — Chloe Neill

An image of Luc's face flashed on my screen, his finger waggling. "Time to go outside!" it said. "Time to go outside!" I tried to silence it, reduce the volume, and turn off the phone, but to no avail. Luc had definitely created a reminder for our outdoor guarding duties - and there was no way to turn it off. I grimaced at the phone and showed it to Ethan. "We have a monster on our hands. — Chloe Neill

Sullivan, just pick it up."
"My way is more genteel."
"Your way is more tight ass."
"Your respect for me, Sentinel, is astounding."
"I'd respect you more if you took a bite of that dog."
"You don't respect me any."
"Like I said, I'd respect you more. More than none. — Chloe Neill

Ethan sidled next to me, a hand propped on the shelf. "Come here often?" he said. "Excuse me?" "I see you're here in this" - he gestured at the shelves - "library all alone. You must be a student here?" He traced a fingertip down the hollow of my throat, lifting goose bumps on my arms. Since my mind hardly worked when he did things like that, it took a moment for his words to register. Was he initiating a bout of role-playing ... about a library? "Ethan Sullivan," I marveled. "You have a library fantasy." He smiled slyly. "I have a doctoral-student-turned-vampire fantasy. — Chloe Neill

As I'm not currently being chased, I see no need to run. — Chloe Neill

Liege," I said deferentially. "She's more obsequious to you than she ever has been to me," Ethan observed with a tilted eyebrow. "Better leadership skills," Malik said with a smile, — Chloe Neill

I am, apparently, Darth Sullivan," he said, lifting a corner of bread to stuff the tomato back in. "I understand that building things, Death Stars or otherwise, isn't my particular strength. — Chloe Neill

Ethan Sullivan, registered smart-ass — Chloe Neill

For a pretentious Master vampire, Darth Sullivan was pretty dreamy. — Chloe Neill

Next steps?" I asked, turning him back to business once again. "A stiff drink?" "Have I finally driven you to alcohol, Sentinel? — Chloe Neill

He was an imperialistic, self-righteous pain in the ass. But he was my pain in the ass, you know? And tonight, I won't be with him. That definitely feels strange. — Chloe Neill

I'm going to change clothes." Ethan lay down on the bed, one arm behind his head, ankles crossed. "All right," he said. "I'm ready." "Dirty. Old. Man. — Chloe Neill

I arched an eyebrow at her.
She made an awful sound. God, you're already Mrs. Sullivan. — Chloe Neill

I lightly grasped the edges of my shirt and dropped into a neat curtsy, batting my eyes coquettishly. "Thank you, Liege," I said, Gratefully Condescending. "You're still not in Cadogan attire, you know." I frowned, awash in the disheartening realization that I'd tried again, and failed, at playing Cadogan vampire. Was I ever going to be able to be good enough for Ethan? I doubted it, but faked a smile and cheekily offered, "You should have seen what I was going to wear." Ethan rolled his eyes. — Chloe Neill

You have to call Darth Sullivan your 'Liege'?"
I grinned. "Only if I expect him to answer. — Chloe Neill

Would you put it past Darth Sullivan to figure out a way to haunt you postmortem? He's probably holding staff meetings in the afterworld. Offering up performance evaluations. Issuing dictates. — Chloe Neill

Why, Sullivan, I think I just kicked your ass. — Chloe Neill

He was smiling - a kind of honest, humbled, sweet smile. "Maybe I'm getting better at this?" he asked. "Better at wooing you in the manner in which you should be wooed? — Chloe Neill

You're perfect- beautiful, intelligent, intractable in a kind of ... attractive way. Headstrong, but a good strategist. An amazing fighter."
"But that's not enough?"
"It's too much. You think I haven't thought about what it might be like to return to my rooms at the end of the night and find you there- to find you in my bed, to have your body and your laugh and your mind? To look across a room and know that you were mine- that *I'd* claimed you. *Me.* Ethan Sullivan. Not the four-hundred-year-old vampire, not the child of Balthasar or the Novitiate of Peter Cadogan. Me. Just me. Just you and me. — Chloe Neill

Luc is busy protecting our vampires." "Luc is your bodyguard. He swore an oath to protect you." An irritated shake of his head. "You're in this already." "Luc was there when you explained the raves, helped you plan for my involvement, and I'm sure you've brought him up to speed about what we learned so far. He knows everything that I know." "Luc was busy." "I was busy." "Luc isn't you. — Chloe Neill

We need to give you two a couple name," I said, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. "Lucsey, perhaps?" Luc didn't bat an eyelash; he simply turned a page of the newspaper. "Call us what you want, Sentinel. We already have a name for you." That was alarming. Not that there was a way to avoid it, but I wasn't sure I wanted them discussing my relationship around the Ops Room table. "No, you don't." "Yes, we do." Lindsey stirred her spoon noisily around the walls of the yogurt cup to get the remaining drops. "You're Methan." "We're what?" "Methan. Merit and Ethan. Methan. — Chloe Neill

Sullivan may have a heart of coal, but I bet he looks really good in orange. And stripes. Rawr. - Lindsey — Chloe Neill

In case you've forgotten, Ethan Sullivan trained me. And in case you didn't know, Catcher Bell schooled me in sword craft. I was raised on 'difficult to work with. — Chloe Neill

I nearly bit one of them, and yadda yadda yadda, we learned they had nothing to do with the color change." "You can't yadda yadda yadda nearly biting a fairy," Paige said. — Chloe Neill

She has a point, Liege."
Ethan clucked his tongue. "Captain of my Guards and he carries the standard of my Sentinel. Oh, how quickly they turn."
"You're first in my heart, Liege. — Chloe Neill

And I agree that you should be basking in my glory ... especially since I took a stake through the heart to save your life." I couldn't help but grin. "And it didn't even take you twenty-four hours to remind me." "One uses the tools at one's disposal, Sentinel. — Chloe Neill

It's your job to be worried," I said lightly, squeezing his hand. "That's why we pay you the big bucks. Which you are apparently going to hand over to the NAC in order to keep that car in the garage." "Never fear, Sentinel. I will still be able to keep you in bacon." "Damn right," I said. "You know your priorities." Ethan rolled his eyes and slapped me on the butt. — Chloe Neill

You're wearing your medal," he said. I grazed the gold with my fingertips. "I wasn't sure if I should, if it was dressy enough?" "You should. Consider it your dog tag." "In case I get lost?" "In case you're fried to ash and that sliver of gold is all that's left of you." Vampire tact, I thought, left something to be desired. — Chloe Neill

Sentinel, you are always the most beautiful woman in the room, irrespective of what you're wearing. And most especially and preferably when you're wearing nothing at all. — Chloe Neill

Don't let my youthful good looks confuse you. I now have two lifetimes of experience — Chloe Neill

I took a moment before heading inside to share the evening's most important news in a quick text to Mallory: ETHAN EATS TOAST WITH A FORK. It took a moment before she responded. DARTH SULLIVAN = PRETENTIOUS HOTTIE, she responded. — Chloe Neill

Take of your shirt,"he said.
But I hadn't won Ethan Sullivan-and he hadn't won me-by my playing the wilting lily to his alpha predator.I lifted my head.
"I am not your possession."
"Aren't you?"
At my refusal,he moved forward and gripped the hem of my shirt. — Chloe Neill

I'll have you in my bed again, Sentinel. And at my side. That is a promise. — Chloe Neill

Should I be insulted that you're so eager to enjoy another man's pork?" I leaned out of the bathroom, toothbrush mid-swipe, and grinned. "Ethan Sullivan, did you just make a joke?" He hadn't, at least from the look on his face. But I wasn't threatened by the possessiveness in his eyes. Because bacon. — Chloe Neill

The man was walking power and confidence, and he was all mine. "Seriously," Lindsey whispered, "well done." "I know, right? — Chloe Neill

Well, I suppose I could follow his advice. Are you hungry?"
"Surprisingly enough, not at the moment."
"Will miracles never cease?"
"Ha," I said — Chloe Neill

He clearly wasn't dissuaded, and stroked my jawline with his thumb. You can run. You can keep running to the ends of the earth. But I won't be far behind you. — Chloe Neill

Screw them," Ethan finally said. After a moment of utter shock, I enjoyed my second biggest smile all night. Malik's wasn't much smaller. "I'm sorry," I said, "did you just say 'screw them'? — Chloe Neill

You didn't have to adjust under the watchful eye of Gabriel Keene." "You're right. I only had to adjust under the watchful eye of Ethan Sullivan. That was an utter cakewalk. — Chloe Neill

Opportunities to wear denim to the office don't come along very often in Cadogan House." Ethan chuckled, then pushed off the bureau and pulled a black suit coat from a valet stand. "I hear the Master can be such a pain in the ass." He definitely had his moments. — Chloe Neill

Ethan arched an eyebrow and began to lean in ... Then he reached around to pluck something from the table behind me. When he pulled back, folder in hand, I rolled my eyes at my reaction. The man just unbalanced me. — Chloe Neill

Girl! I hope you did lots of nasty with Our Dear Sullivan and made us all proud. Please bring him back in a good mood. And eager to give us all raises. We need shoes. Hearts, Lindsey. — Chloe Neill

Phones on, and stay alert," Luc said. "And tell Jonah we said hello." "Lucas," Ethan politely said, "kiss my ass. — Chloe Neill

Ethan groaned. "To business already, Sentinel? So much for, 'Good morning, Liege. I love you, Liege.'" He managed a remarkably bad imitation of my voice, then feigned sweeping hair over his shoulder. "I don't do that." "You do," he said, grinning. "But my larger point still stands." I rolled my eyes but sat up, sheet strategically around my breasts, and smiled at him. "Good morning, Liege," I said in a husky voice. "I love you, Liege." "That's more like it," he said. — Chloe Neill

If you use the word 'halt,' I will hit you." "Not halt," he breathlessly said. "Upstairs. Now. — Chloe Neill

Go ahead," I told him. "Go see your admirers. Sign some autographs. It's good PR for the House." He slid me a glance, smiled. "Not concerned one of the fans will try to sweep me away with words of love?" "Oh, they'll try to sweep," I said. "But I have no worries you'll come back to me." His smile was meltingly handsome. "Because I love you without measure?" "Of course," I said. Also, I had the car keys. — Chloe Neill

I think Luc was right," he added when they were out of earshot. "I can hardly take you out anymore." "I just took out a vamp twice my weight while wearing a cocktail dress and three-inch heels. I think I deserve some credit for that. — Chloe Neill

I'm here," he said. "Be still. — Chloe Neill

I'm rarely good, Merit. But I'm often spectacular. — Chloe Neill

I will have both of you," he said. "My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be. — Chloe Neill

I believe I've got it covered," Malik said with an admirably straight face and smooth tone. "But I wouldn't mind taking a break before getting to the next round. Grabbing a bite to eat."
Ethan glanced at me, questioning eyebrow arched. Have you infected him?
You're hilarious, I said. — Chloe Neill

I'd seen Ethan walk through smoke and ash before, emerge through a cloud of magic and fire. We'd been lovers then, when I'd thought him dead. But we hadn't loved. Not like this. Not like we did now. I'd grieved when he was gone, but this would have killed me. Because now he was my eternity. — Chloe Neill

He wants you," Lindsey said. "Physically and otherwise. Maybe you only need to remind him that you can handle yourself." "How?" "Girl, you're the Sentinel of this House, and you've been trained by Catcher and Luc and Ethan. He's in the training room right now. Get down there and kick his ass." I smiled slyly. Now, that was a plan that made sense. — Chloe Neill

You'll be careful out there?" Ethan asked. A line of worry appeared between his eyes. "I will. But we're just going for pizza. And Luc knows where I'll be, just in case of a zombie apocalypse. — Chloe Neill

I will goddamned see you naked under much more auspicious circumstances before the year is up. — Chloe Neill

His(Luc) eyes widened appreciatively as he took in my dress, heels, hair. "You look beautiful."
Ethan beat me to a response. "Thank you. But you should compliment Merit as well. She cleans up nicely."
Luc snorted, glanced at me. "And you don't look half-bad yourself, Sentinel."
"Thank you, Luc. He's just jealous. He prefers to be the arm candy. — Chloe Neill

I believe there's something you'll need, Sentinel." Ethan slid from his chair, dropped to one knee on the carpet. My mind had to race to keep up, but my heart pounded madly. Ethan looked up at me, grinned. "That thing, of course, is this." He held up a small dessert fork. "You dropped your fork, Sentinel." My blood pounded in my ears. I stood up, swatted his arms with slaps. "You are a jerk." He roared with laughter. "Ah, Sentinel. The look on your face." He doubled over with laughter. "Such terror." I kept swatting. "At the thought of marrying you, you pretentious ass." He roared again, then picked me up and carried me to the bed. "My pretentions are well earned, Sentinel." "You have got to stop doing that." "I can't. It's hilarious." Only a man would think fake proposals were so funny. — Chloe Neill

Good find," Ethan said. "Yeah," Jeff agreed. "It's pretty awesome. Like finding the Higgs boson." Silence. "Aw, no physics fans here? Learn things you must," Jeff said in his best Yoda voice. I rolled my eyes. — Chloe Neill

Because sometimes women cry when there's good news. Tears of relief. You know, catharsis." His expression was utterly blank. "Haven't you ever cried when you, I don't know, you get a new batch of that fancy stationery you like with the watermarks on it?" He looked bewildered. "That's what you think I'd cry tears of relief about?" "You do like your office supplies. — Chloe Neill

I mean, who does that? Who touches someone's hair and pronounces they have magic?"
"Darth Sullivan."
"Darth goddamned Sullivan. — Chloe Neill

I looked at Jonah. "I'm still learning who you are. And you're my partner, so I appreciate that you're willing to take a punch for me." I walked to Ethan and glared up at him. "But you know better than this, Ethan Sullivan. — Chloe Neill

I had a sense of your passion when we met, Merit. When you first stormed into my House with fire in your eyes." "That wasn't fire. That was sheer, unmitigated fury. — Chloe Neill

You know what I need?" I asked. "A chocolate fountain?" Ethan suggested. "A complete paper set of the Encyclopedia Britannica? A lifetime supply of grilled meat?" "I like all those ideas, but I was thinking a magical spray I can use on Mallory to wash the crazy off her." "Like Lysol for evil?" Paige asked. — Chloe Neill

Sullivan, just pick it up." He glanced at me, spearing a chunk of hot dog with his fork. "My way is more genteel." I took another gigantic bite, and told him between chews, "Your way is more tight ass." "Your respect for me, Sentinel, is astounding." I grinned at him. "I'd respect you more if you took a bite of that dog. — Chloe Neill

Why the long face?" "Is there anyone who isn't infatuated with you?" I smiled at him, with teeth. "If not, it's because you haven't assigned them to me yet. Mata Hari at your service. Would you like to add him to the list?" "I don't appreciate your sarcasm." "I don't appreciate being handed out like a party favor. — Chloe Neill