She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.

I swear, I’ve never met any demon as annoying as you are.” “You haven’t met my youngest brother.

Forgive me-he mumbled against her lips. Please. Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you. ~Shade

...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.

Oompa-Loompa Land?” He shook his head. “No way. Orange people give me the creeps. I don’t even like fake tans. I’d never be their king.

Your mom is my sunset, and you are my dawn.