Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.

Maybe you should...go." "Why? You seemed so insistent that I train you.""I can't concentrate with you around," I admitted "And go... far. I can feel you from a room away."A suggestive curve shaped his lips.

I write to you not as a High Lord, but as a male in love with a woman who was once human. I write to you to beg you to act quickly. To save her people — to help save my own. I write to you so one day we might know true peace. So I might one day be able to live in a world where the woman I love may visit her family without fear of hatred and reprisal. A better world.

My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.

The quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs.

Why don’t you just hide in one of those pocket-realms for a bit?”“It doesn’t work like that. There’s no air there.” I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed.

Give a shout down the bond if you get anything accomplished before breakfast.”I frowned at the eye in my palm. “What—literally shout at the tattoo?”“You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I might come faster.”He vanished into nothing before I could hurl the candle at him.

I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?""You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.