Be stubborn if you wish to, if you need to, but we know how this will end.
The best revenge is a life well lived.
Awkwardness, thy name is vampire.
Say what you had to about Ethan, but the boy filled a library very, very well. Okay – arguably, that wasn’t the only thing he filled out well, but let’s stay on track.
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.