You should be afraid. Very afraid. Before, I told you if you wanted to end things between us, I would let you go, but, Leila"--his voice deepened--"I lied.

Because, Cat, it’s the feminine persuasion that’s always the deadliest.

All I'm saying is that sooner of later, you'll have to come to terms with yourself. You can't wish away the vampire in you, and you shouldn't keep atoning for it. You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don't apologize for it. Not to me, to your mum, or to anyone.

There’s less violence in my world compared to yours,” she insisted. Spade sighed. “No, darling. There are only different reasons for it.

I’m the only authentic Vlad. Everyone else is merely an envious imitation.

Lewis obediently stared at her, and Kira tried to make her voice sound confident. "You don’t feel anything. You’re not afraid." "I am," came Vlad’s immediate reply. "If you tell him wolves are the children of the night next, I might hurt myself laughing."

Care to see your room?” -Bones Let me guess—it’s that smashed‐up car right over there." -Cat