Push me and I will. I’ll get punished, but you’ll still be dead.

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

He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.

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.

We fit, you and I,” he whispered looking into that haunting gaze. “Two broken pieces making a whole.

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

Holding Hawke’s gaze in a way that not many men could, Walker said, “You will be good to her.” Not a statement, but an order. Hawke’s wolf stirred. “Do you think I’d be otherwise?” “If I did, you’d be dead.