I want you forever, Kate. I want to grow old and have you here in my arms. I want children. I've wanted you for so long. I don't think that's about to change.

You can't go back; I can't go back either, but we can go on.

We have to actually choose a name," Kane murmured above her head. "We can't keep calling him 'baby.' When he's fifteen he might resent it.

Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.

Wolves? I should have known. Of course you have wolves. Doesn’t everybody?” She snapped her fingers. “The gun, Lucian. Hand it over. I’ve decided I have to shoot you after all. It’s the only way to preserve my sanity.

I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories.

...but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.