He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.

If he is smart, he will run. He is not.

Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.