Never lose your heart, Elena. No matter if the world tells you it makes you weak. Immortals have so much power. It is good to have a weakness.
Don’t get dead, Raphael, or I swear I’ll hunt you down in the afterlife.
He’s built to protect, to shield, and they made him a killer.
Sahara’s jaw set in a stubborn line familiar to him from her childhood. “You may carry his genes,” she said, “but you are not and never will be Enrique’s son.” A passionate negation that vibrated with cold fury. “If you were, you wouldn’t find pleasure in touching me with care, only in causing me pain.” Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. “You’re Kaleb. That is your identity.
Things we build ourselves, they matter.
What she didn’t realize was that he’d go with her, making a clean, sharp cut of his own. He’d lived more than two hundred years already, and the best of them, the best of them, had been the four since she’d entered his life.
Finished?” “This time.” He looked at Sascha. “They’re calling you the Devil Incarnate.” Smile wide, Sascha dusted off her hands. “My work here is done.
Words weren’t always easy when things mattered.
You are so perfect for me” – hot words against her lips – “I’d steal you if you weren’t already mine.
The man I was, the man I am, the man I will be, the man I want to be, they all belong to you. Always.
Trust to a Mercant is a complicated thing. It usually requires years of acquaintance, several background checks, and a probationary period.
As long as I can throw you on the bed like a caveman and pummel you to orgasm with my love-club, I’m good.
I love you.” Steel-gray eyes held her own. “You’re my heart.
When Naasir was yet a child, Dmitri had told him he must learn as many languages as possible, so no one could keep secrets from him. This wasn’t the first time that advice had held Naasir in good stead.
Laughter filled the line, the sound big and warm and primal. “We are family now, Bowen Knight!
Thank you,” she said, running her foot over his shin, “for loving me enough to let me fight my own battles.
My mother does not consider you my pet, Elena. She is very kind to pets.
His emotional state is irrelevant.” Raphael’s face was brutal in its repudiation. “It’s because of him that you didn’t have what you needed to heal as a child.
Aodhan was the one who answered, voice quiet but words potent. “If Raphael were to perish, the Seven divided, would we not come together should we have a chance to avenge his death?
What is it like to be mortal?” Startled, she took a second to think, to consider. “Life is much more immediate. When you have a time limit, every moment gains an importance that an immortal will never know.