Most people aren’t as insane as you,” I said in a throaty voice that wasn’t mine. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.” He scraped harder with his sharp teeth, just below where he’d bitten me before, and I gasped as my body jerked. “And the truth is, you like my brand of insanity.

Tiny coils of tension formed in my stomach. Part of me wanted to be reminded of what I surely had not forgotten. Thank the gods, the smarter, logical part of me won out. "There was nothing worth remembering.""Now you insult me after throwing a dagger at my face? You've wounded my tender feelings.

When you listen to me, I think the stars will fall.

You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.

Would you love to hear that I really like you?" he asked.My heart skipped a beat, but I ignored the stupid organ. "Would you be sad if I said no?""I'd be devastated.

That was very naughty,” Hawke chided, snatching the sword out of my hand as if I hadn’t been holding onto it. “You are so incredibly violent.” He dipped his chin and whispered, “It still turns me on.

The tender hug didn't fix the world. The pain and anger were still there. But Hawke was so warm, and his embrace was...gods, it felt like hope, like a promise that I wouldn't always feel this way.

Poppy, you wound me. In my heart,” he said, placing his hand over his chest. “Again.” “Don’t whine. You’ll heal. Again,” I snapped. “Unfortunately.

Why did he have to have such a...charming grin? It was the kind I knew numerous others had fallen prey to.I doubted any of them regretted that fall.I knew I didn't.