You're a Dhampir," I breathed. "So are you." he teased. "Yeah, but I just thought—" "That I was human? Because of the bite marks?" "Yeah." I admitted, No point in lying. "We all have to survive," he said "And dhamphirs are good at figuring ways out to.

I’m still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy ever will." -Adrian-

Good God. Men everywhere.

Good can still exist when bad things happen, just as evil persists when good things happen.” - Carter to Georgina

I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.

Screw you," I told him in a low voice. "Are you offering?” "From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.

His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.