She's my kitten, and no one else's.

Survival first, then heartbreak.

That's what vampires do, Kitten. We always come for what's ours, no matter the circumstances." Bones said.

Your mom can't hate a whole country because of one person!

Tell me, Kitten.” That deep, smooth voice brushed over me like a physical caress. “Shall I leave now, or wait until later?

I’d want our wedding to be special. I don’t have a dress, you don’t have a best man, and instead of flowers, we have corpses on poles decorating the front of the house.” “Flowers are on the way, as is my best man, three seamstresses are ready to make any dress you desire, and I’ll have the corpses taken down,” he replied without missing a beat.

Why do these crazy vampires keep trying to collect me?