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.

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

No, Nathan, no." She wrapped his face in her hands. "I just need you--all of you--so much that I'm going crazy. I need your laugh. I need your company. I need you to sleep beside me and I need you to wake when I wake. I need you with everything in me.

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.

As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith