He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.

Push me and I will. I’ll get punished, but you’ll still be dead.

Fathers and mothers,” she found herself saying, “leave their mark, no matter if we’ve known them a lifetime or only a day.

Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?” “Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.

The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?