He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.

You hurt my feelings." He shoots me a wounded look. "I wasn't aware that you had any.

The only reason I lost, the only reason I failed to get what I want, is because the monster is me, there's no difference between us. It makes all the moves, calls all the shots, while I'm just along for the ride, with no idea how to pull the brakes or get off.

Another one from the immortals and again i cant remember what book. Haven to Ever In every relationship there is always someone who loves more, my point is no matter how it looks from the outside the truth is, its never really equal, that's just not the way it works,there is always the pursued and the pursuer, the cat and the mouse.

Though I have to admit, I had a good laugh when I realized you thought I was a bloodsucker." He smiles. "Oh, well excuse me. I mean since there are immortals running around, I figure we may as well bring on the faeries, wizards, werewolves, and—" I shake my head. "I mean jeez, you talk about all this like it's normal!