You don’t deserve everything that I’ve laid at your feet, and you sure as hell don’t deserve the fact that I’m still trying to hold onto you. That when it comes time for you to leave, I’m still going to want you. Even when you inevitably do leave, I’ll still want you.
He had my whole heart, and he had from the moment he allowed me to protect myself, from the moment he stood beside me instead of in front of me.
I came back for you that night. Just like I told you I would. I came back for you, and you weren’t there. You promised me, princess.
There is no side of you that is not as beautiful as the other half. Not a single inch isn’t stunning.” His lashes lifted, and the intensity in his stare held me captive. “That was true the first time I said it to you, and it is still the truth today and tomorrow.
I love you, Penellaphe. You. Your fierce heart, your intelligence and strength. I love your endless capacity for kindness. I love your acceptance of me. Your understanding. I’m in love with you, and I will be in love with you when I take my last breath and then beyond in the Vale.
Some things, once spoken, were given a life of their own.
I am a bad maiden.” “No” He kissed my other temple. “You’re a perfectly normal girl. What is expected of you is what’s bad” He paused. “And yes, you’re also a very bad Maiden.
We were enemies, no matter the truths. No matter that I loved him.
Life doesn’t wait to hand you a new puzzle until you’ve figured out the last one.
From this moment until the last moment, I am yours.
I have a feeling that if there’s something you want badly enough, nothing will stop you.
You,” he said, his voice thick and tone reverent. All I ever need is you. Now. Always.
I am Hawke,” he said after a moment. “And I am Casteel. I’m not two separate people, no matter how badly you want to believe that.
A cell is a cell, no matter how comfortable it is.
I will not replace the veil you loathed with a crown you hate.
I lost myself to the freedom of being able to read any book I wanted.
The villain is always the hero in their story, aren’t they?
Feelings were not stagnant. Neither were opinions or beliefs, and if we stopped believing people were capable of change, then the world might as well be left to burn.
Told him that if a woman fights with that kind of passion and makes you work that hard to earn even a smile, then that’s the kind of woman you want by your side in and out of the bedchamber.
I stared up at him, hands and arms trembling. “I don’t know what you want from me.” “Everything,” he bit out between clenched teeth. “I want everything.