Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.

If you're trying to force the story to be a straight up romance, it's going to be weird for you.

A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.

I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.