He rose up and looked down at her. "If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago." Her smile was soft and glorious. "That was the perfect response." "It's the truth.

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.

His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.

No one will bother us now." She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do." "Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than by your side.

I’ve hungered for you in ways you can’t even imagine.

The color of your eyes doesn’t define you. Remember that, King.

She wouldn’t be able to let him go. She would hold onto him with everything she had.

You were made for loving.” Her fingers were tangled in the sheet. She rolled her head to the side and opened her eyes a crack to look at him. Only then did he say, “By me.