You’re not a woman,” he said finally. “You’re the Grim Reaper with red hair!
Come on down, mate, take a bow! I stand in abject awe.
Whether you’re Veritas the Law Guardian, Ariel the vampire-witch, or Death’s scary demigod daughter. Doesn’t matter. In all your forms, in every manifestation of yourself, I love you.
He’s as dead as my virginity.
Vlad gave me an unfathomable look, the faintest smile hovering on his lips. “If you live long enough, Reaper, one day you might even scare me.
Stopping the bad guys would be hard, yet sometimes, making a relationship between two strong-willed people work seemed like an equally challenging goal. Of course, if Bones had a meek personality and I could easily bulldoze over him, I wouldn’t love him like I did. The same unyielding determination that frustrated me now was what had drawn me to Bones in the first place. He’d said much the same thing about me once. Guess we were both masochists in addition to being stubborn.
Who came up with the password Quasimodo?” Spade muttered as he got out of his car. “Hello, Spade,” I called out, shaking the debris off the rake I’d made from thin strips of metal and a truck axle. Spade stared up at me, revulsion and disbelief competing on his handsome face. “Lucifer’s hairy ball sack. You’ve become a Morlock.
I understand what you’re saying. I do, and you’re right. You’re not some fragile little thing that needs coddling, but just like you couldn’t stop yourself from overreacting and coating me in your aura before, I can’t see you in pain and not try to ease it. It doesn’t mean that I think you’re less of a badass vampire or even less of a man. It means that I love you.
I’m not afraid of the grave; I was born half in it.
Fear can make people do terrible things, even to the ones they love,” Ian replied in a softer tone. “You know that. You just can’t bring yourself to admit it when it comes to Tenoch. Makes you feel disloyal, and that’s just the beginning. When you realize it was Tenoch who was wrong, not you, you have to confront the fact that you stuffed half of yourself into a cage merely to appease the fears of a man who should have loved you unconditionally because that is a parent’s bloody job.
It should upset you more that I lived in a world that forced me to hide what I was,” I replied. “I was born different, but that doesn’t mean I was born wrong. No one is. What’s wrong are the laws that make people like me hide what we are because others are too bigoted or too afraid to let us live in peace.
You might not be the easiest person, but who is? Besides, easy is overrated compared to you in all your spectacular, mercurial, enigmatic glory.
You may leave,” I said, flicking my fingers at Yonah. “Or you may stay. Either way, he will pleasure me now.
You said I am her,” I argued, not liking the feeling of being denied. “Begin the copulation!
Modern tip,” Ashael said in a genial tone. “Never compare black people to chocolate. That got old decades ago.
You’ve got a delusional sense of optimism, you know that?
He only grinned, still basking in the unfamiliar yet wondrous sensations she brought out in him. Yes, she was fantasizing about ripping both of her weapons through his heart while he was feeling things he’d only heard of before, but who said romance was perfect?
You should be glad of it,” Ian said at once. “Saves you worlds of trouble. I’ve had enemies cause me less stress, and that’s on a good day of being with her.
Can’t hear myself bloomin’ think.
True friends came in all forms, even transparent ones.
Kitten, I only thought I was living before I met you,” he said hoarsely. “I didn’t know I was only half alive. You’ll love me until the day you die? I’ll love you forever.