Talk. Talk about what had been haunting her these months. Haunting every thought, every dream, every breath. Talk.
I frowned at the eye in my palm. What, literally shout at the tattoo?You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.
The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.
She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.
He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. I love you.
And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.
If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too? - Lucien Vanserra
Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. I h...
I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin. He shook the hair out of his face. I'm not inte...
The quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs.
My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.