Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor

Your love is a fierce thing, Elena, a thing with claws and teeth when it comes to protecting those you claim.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover.

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.