You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]
For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.
All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.
In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.
And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.
Either one of you kill him, or I will.” Shade, Wraith and Kynan raised their hands to volunteer. How special. Brotherly love ran like syrup in the room.