His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered
With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.
Sometimes I miss the old me.
Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.
A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.
A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.