I’ll consider myself lucky, my elusive girl, once you consider yourself taken. Every man has a weakness; you are mine. I’ve accepted that. Now you must accept me.
She pressed a single soft kiss over his heart, having no idea he’d just given it to her.
You don’t appear to be an afterthought with that one, dearest freakling. You appear to be the only thought.
I want to protect you. I want to spoil you. I want to have children with you and spoil them too. I want to grow old with you. And at the end of our lives, you will have no doubt you were loved and adored by me for every second.
Lanthe, when we get older, you’re going to be mine.” She blinked up at him from a garland she’d been braiding. “How can I be yours when I’m my own?
She needed to scream two little words. But Jo didn’t surrender; she Hulk-smashed. She squeezed until things broke.
You aren’t done with me yet?” He pinned my gaze with his own. With a surprisingly smooth accent, he told me, “Nunca voy a terminar contigo.” I’ll never be done with you.
Until someone invented a fang condom, she’d continue stealing from the blood bank.
This is your aunt, Regin the Radiant. We don’t believe she possesses verbal governors of any kind.
I wasn’t a big fan of women trying to fix men, to change them. I always figured there were guys enough out there, so I should look for a total package that was already fully Ikea-assembled – or go without.
You told me earlier that the necklace is your favorite. You’d give up your most treasured gold for the Vrekeners? For this kingdom?” She made a scoffing sound. “Not in a million years. But I’d give it up for you. Because that’s what we do – we save each other’s asses.
Admit it: you Photoshopped your carnates.
If you want to reach something badly enough, you will.
Not even going to discuss this. I’m going to stay in my gold house and sleep on my gold bed and ski down my piles of gold like Scrooge McDuck.
Despite everything, I felt my lips twitch. If he weren’t a homicidal god-wannabe, and I didn’t have a murderous red witch inside me, we might’ve been friends. When his laughter died down, he said, “Back in the day, we would’ve made a great reality TV show. The Sol and Empress Show.” “The.
A body like that was good for two things that started with f. And fighting was the other one.
She’d thought there was no greater connection than destiny decreeing them joined. But there was – the choice they’d made to love each other.
Apparently, he was a show-er and a grower.
Oh, God, my poison! I didn’t know you then! Had no idea what you would come to mean to me!
This might be the most noble thing I’ve ever done. Noble, for the record, cuts like a blade to the heart.