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

He couldn’t say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he’d learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she’d knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. “It’s fixed. As long as you don’t mind more than a few scars.

How’s Her Royal Bitchiness?” “Alive.” “Pity.

The Princess Mahiya, and she is mine.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

Pack is built on the bonds of family, of mating, of love. You come first. You always will.

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."