NOTE: To lessen any confusion, all the books are told from Anita's point of view, which is in first person.

Circus of the Damned

Yeah, Edward had rules. He just had fewer of them than most people did. But he never broke a rule, never betrayed his own skewed sense of honor. If he said I was safe for tonight, he meant it.
    - Anita on Edward's rules

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There had never been sexual tension between us. We might shoot each other one fine day, but we'd never sleep together. He was more interested in the fresh burn than my breasts.
    - Anita when she shows Edward a burn mark on her chest

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Edward was watching my face as if he would mesmorize it. He was waiting for my face to betray me. I worked hard at being blank and inscrutable. He smiled that close, canary-eating grin of his. He was enjoying himself. I was not.
    - Anita as Edward's trying to get information from her

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"Everyone breaks, Anita, everyone."

"Even you?"

That ghost of a smile was back again. "Even me."
    - Edward when he gives Anita one more chance to give him info

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The laughter drained from his eyes like the sun slipping out of the sky. I watched the humor, the humanity, slip away, until his eyes were as cold and empty as a doll's. "Don't make me hurt you," he said.
    - Anita observing Edward as he warns her that he'll torture her

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His face was blank, empty. "It would be a lot less interesting world without you in it." The voice was flat, unemotional. It was like he wasn't there at all. Yet it was a compliment. From Edward, it was a huge compliment.
    - Anita on Edward as he patches up her wounds

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Edward stood beside me in a long black cloak with a death's-head mask. Death dressed up as death; funny, huh?
    - Anita on Edward's Halloween costume