I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.
I eventually realized that good things wouldnt happen to me if I didnt make the right choices.
Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.
I am Devlin, brother and advisor to the High Queen, assassin, and keeper of order.
Faeries are equally loyal and deceitful.
Love ans desire aren't the same