You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word – you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It’ll never be enough. I want eternity.
Oh my God! I’m crushing an angel. Let me up!
You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.
This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.
Be gentle with him, Mercy. He’s got a heart as big as Texas – he’ll die for you without blinking. But he doesn’t expect anyone to do the same for him.