I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.''I won't let you fall.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?''By slitting his throat.

I have a warrior as a consort, scholar,” Raphael said at her frozen response. “I recognize one when I see her, even if she chooses to wield the pen more often than the sword.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

What would you like to call me?"That made her pause. "Husband" was too human, "partner" factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, "mate"...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. "Mine," she said at last.He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. "But for public consumption, you are my consort.""Consort," she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. "Yes, that fits.

He has a fascination with mortals.Raphael had said that to her before she'd woken with wings of midnight and dawn."Why are you starting at me, Ellie?" Illium said without taking his eyes from the blade dancing around his fingers.The words were instinctive, something she might as easily have said to rib Ransom. "You're so pretty, it's difficult to resist."A flashing grin, a hint of that aristocratic English accent in his response. "It's hard to be me, it's true.

Are your eyelashes like your hair?”“Yes. They’re very beautiful—want to see?”Her lips twitched. “Vanity is a sin,Bluebell.”“When you have it, flaunt it, I say.”-Elena and Illium

Venom’s pupils contracted the instant before he slid his sunglasses back on.She couldn’t help it. “Why isn’t your tongue forked?”“Why can’t you fly?” A smirk. “Those things on your back aren’t accessories you know.