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

I might not be Silent any longer, but I still have the perfect poker face.

And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

he was the monster that stalked nightmare and they both knew it

Can I bite you here, too?

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.