You should sit,” Lucas said, and he wasn't talking to Mercy. Sascha stared at him. “I didn't realize pregnancy of four weeks' duration made me incapable of standing upright.” “It makes me incapable of reason.

Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living.

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.

Her voice trembled. "I’m so glad you’re mine. I won’t ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive."

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

I'm the hunter," Elena reminded him. "I should go first." "Of course you may go first. When I am dead.

And if she fell, he'd fall with her.