He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.