5 Quotes by A.M. Strickland

He wants everyone to forget you exist, as least until he presents you at court.” “I’m in danger of forgetting I exist,” I muttered.

Desire wasn’t something I could study and learn to feel.

Those who tied love to sex, or even love to romance, didn’t own the emotion itself.

I liked the look of both. Both had the potential to make me want to draw nearer. But when I did … there was nothing. I had a complete lack of that desire to get even closer—and less clothed—which everyone around me seemed to have.

I am merely one night of night unending.