You aren't what I expected. I wish you were. It'd be so much easier.

I'd walked too close to heaven and gotten a glimpse. The hell I'd lived before her no longer appealed to me.

No excuses; those were just weak.

She wouldn't come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn't come back here... but God, I wanted her to.

I get to keep you,” he said, staring at me with an intensity that made me shiver. “Keep me?” I asked, reaching up to kiss his chin and trail kisses down his perfect neck. “Not here. I can’t take much more, Pagan. I’m only so strong,” he said in a husky voice as he pulled me against his chest. “You’re mine now. While you walk the Earth you belong to me. Nothing can hurt you.” I heard a touch of humor in his voice. “It’s pretty impossible to hurt what Death protects.

I never imagined anyone like you, Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you, I’m humbled that you chose me.

It's called Valentine's Day, you moron. If you're going to date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.