Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

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

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

Don’t let them see you weak.