Do you think he looked for the house that was already decorated in black and white? I asked, wondering how we ended up with angel-palooza.Probably. He needed a place as deep and dark as his troubled thoughts. Arum are goth like that.

My hand balled in the front of his shirt. “Thank you—”“Don’t thank me for that, not for doing what I needed to do.”His features blurred. “When am I supposed to thank you, Luc?”“When I do something worth thanking me for.

A Luxen didn't kiss you, Evie. His lips brushed mine. But neither did a human.

All you have to do is ask, Peaches.

I could do a lot of things. I have done a lot of things, and sometimes, I do hurt people, he said quietly, softly. But I could never hurt you.

You tried to kidnap me, Luc.Hmm, he murmured. That means I like you.I arched a brow. Okay. That's messed up on about a thousand different levels.Probably, I don't people well.

Let's start over. Completely. You'll pretend that the mere idea of being attracted to me doesn't freak you out, and I'll pretend that you're not thinking about how I'd feel under your fingers. Hmm? Sound like a plan?

She was like a little sister I never wanted, and then as she grew older, as we grew older, she became something entirely different to me.

I like you, Evie." His hand lifted with startling quickness and he picked up a piece of my hair. "Lots.