Given the way his night had been going so far, he didn’t have time to go to jail.
It called to him, a sweet heady beacon of femininity, fertility, and fuckability. His three favorite f-words.
Ella squeezed, wringing a groan from his throat that echoed the torments of the damned. Usually, though, the damned didn’t lean into the torment in a silent entreaty for more. Or so she assumed. She didn’t think hell was likely to be kinky.
Now that I’ve met you and spoken to you and felt you and tasted you, I’m done. That’s it. You’re the end for me.
You ran away from an adorable Irishman who wanted to se you naked?
You are a vampire. That’s big news in my world. I don’t generally date the living dead. What sort of dead do you usually date?
Time I have only just a minute. Only sixty seconds in it. Forced upon me, can’t refuse it. Didn’t seek it, didn’t choose it. But it’s up to me to use it. I must suffer if I lose it. Give account if I abuse it, Just a tiny little minute but eternity is in it.
You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.
The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.
There has always been Darkness, just as there has always been Light. Neither can ever be completely destroyed, only driven away or contained, because neither can exist without the other. Without Darkness, there is no Light, and vice versa.