She is mine. -Ethan.
I have been given a third chance at life, even if the circumstances are somewhat disconcerting. You are mine, and we both know it.
Asking about someone’s animal is the shifter equivalent of pulling a ruler and asking a guy to whip it out.
No one said love was easy, Sentinel. -Ethan.
You are a Cadogan vampire, by blood and bone. You have fought for this House, and you are mine to protect. My Sentinel, my Novitiate. As long as I am here to do it, I will protect you. As long as this House exists, you will have a home here. -Ethan.
Now that, my friends, is what we vampires call a good exit.
Some minutes or hours or days later, when I lay boneless and well satisfied, Ethan raised his gaze to mine again. His eyes were silver, his fangs descended. “There is no going back,” he said, “Not after this.
Jonah and Catcher shared one of those manly, “It’s nice to meet you, but I’m going to barely acknowledge your existence with a small nod because that’s the manly thing to do” gestures.
And maybe leprechauns will poop rainbows on your pillow.
Avoidance helped settle the emotions. Considerably.
You can run. You can keep running to the ends of the earth. But I won’t be far behind you.
You are caught, Sentinel.? His voice was rough.
He turned on his heel and began down the hall, then called back, “And we’ll need to chat about your running off campus and into the arms of shifters without so much as a telephone call.” Sometimes, he was so predictable.
Where was a boom box when you needed one?
You can tell a lot by the size of a mans library.
I wouldn’t say I was forward, but I made a move when I was interested.
Ethan sighed, then put a hand on my cheek. “I don’t tell you this enough, but I am incredibly proud of the vampire you’ve become. I want you to know that.
Learn to be a vampire, to be a warrior, to be the soldier you are capable of being. But consider the possibility that I made a mistake I regret – and that I’ll continue to regret that mistake and try to convince you to give me another chance until the earth stops turning.
I’d heard someone say that bravery was doing the thing you were afraid to do, despite your fear. If that was true I was the bravest person I knew.
Do you ever wish that sometimes the world would just stop spinning for a few hours to give you a chance to catch up?