She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

Tension pulled my eyes open when her fingers traced a trail down my neck. Sensation blossomed, and I threw my head back and sucked in the air. Her arm slipped around my waist, catching me before I fell.

I’m your worst nightmare come to walk this side of the lines. I’m an elf, Trent something you’re forgotten how to be. You’re scared of black magic. I can see fear shimmering under your aura like sweat. I live and breathe black magic. I’m so tainted with it that I will use it without thought, without guilt and without hesitation.

One person can't hold anything, but two can have the world.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t.” (Kisten)

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. “What do you want?” he said softly.