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

You chose a warrior, remember?” “As you chose an archangel.

The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.

Sentinel meeting tonight,” Ria told her. “At Lucas's place.” “Time?” ... “Seven. Sascha's doing dinner.” “God save us all.” Sascha had decided she liked cooking. Unfortunately, cooking didn't like her back.

Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?' 'By slitting his throat.

But sometimes, that depth of need—to save, to protect—can become a blinding fervor, one that destroys the very thing it thinks to safeguard.

Sometimes he hated that voice in his brain, the one that slapped him upside the head anytime he got too stupid. Funny, it happened a lot with Sienna.