“It's funny, Zoya said contemplatively. I understand why the Darkling and Nikolai want your power. But Mal looks at you like you're...well, like you're me. No he doesn't, said Tolya. He watches her the way Harshaw watches fire. Like he'll never have enough of her. Like he's trying to capture what he can before she's gone. Zoya and I gaped at him. Then she scowled. You know if you turned a bit of that poetry on me, I might consider giving you a chance. Who says I want one? I want one! called Harshaw. Zoya blew a damp curl from her forehead. Oncat has a better chance than you. Harshaw held the little tabby above him. Why, Oncat, he said. You rogue.”
Book:Ruin and Rising
