Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final Unseelie prince, I want to be her Highlander. And her hero.

She's thirteen. Time will remedy that.

Friends don’t build cages for each other.

Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.

He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.