There was a perfection to the moment that made Sienna think: Yes, this is it. This is who we're meant to be together.

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

Content in a way he’d rarely been before Mercy, he simply stroked her until she purred. It delighted him as it always did. “I made you purr.” A lazy yawn. “I’m faking it.

Go on,” he said in a low tone that was a dare. “Keep on poking the hungry wolf, see how naked it gets you.

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

No, Nathan, no." She wrapped his face in her hands. "I just need you--all of you--so much that I'm going crazy. I need your laugh. I need your company. I need you to sleep beside me and I need you to wake when I wake. I need you with everything in me.

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