Raphael, tell him you won’t do anything to him if I get ‘damaged.’ ” “That would be a lie, Elena. I would tear out his throat.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.

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

Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)

But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.