Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. "Max?" "Yes?" "Will you remember me?" His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.

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

Sleep Red, I've got you." - Vaughn to Faith

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.