You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.
It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.
I’m more than twisted. I’m the worst kind of vampire… But you’re the one who’s craving me, so what does that make you?
You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it.
I will not be threatened. Do you understand me?’ He leaned closer again, his lips less than a couple of inches from hers. ‘Now try saying it without trembling.
Playing the martyr doesn’t suit you, Leila.’ ‘Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.
The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires.
She exhaled curtly. ‘I’m a serryn. That’s all you see. I’m just something to be tortured, slain or sold off as a commodity. That’s hardly the most appealing of traits.’ ‘Tell your eyes that. Because you really shouldn’t look at me the...
I’m not punishing you.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. You’d know if I was. Trust me.
We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you?
