You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of his expression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.

In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.

Eternity would mean nothing without you. For no power on this earth would I trade my Elena.

Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.

It’s Adria’s face I see when I think of home.

Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living.

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