The way I was brought up ‘he needed killing’ is an airtight alibi.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

We were each other's only link to the past . . . that was the strength of our bond, and also our weakness.

The span of three or four minutes is pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. People lose hundreds of minutes everyday, squandering them on trivial things. But sometimes in those fragments of time, something can happen you'll remember the rest of your life.

Pretend you're mine," he urged, his arms closing around her. "Just for a minute. Pretend there's never been anyone but me, that I'm the one you're promised to. Do it for me....I'll never ask again.