Heart of my heart, that’s who you are, Adria Morgan. Chosen and forever.” Picking her hand off his cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss to the palm before placing it over the strong, steady rhythm of that very organ. “Wolf and man, you own every part of me.

They didn't understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldn't do, no line he wouldn't cross to keep her safe.

He understands evil better than any other person I’ve ever known. We disagree in how to eliminate it, but we do not disagree that it exists.

Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.