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“I always wanted before you.” A tremor ran through Ash, and I knew it had nothing to do with the Primal rage building in Iliseeum and spreading into the mortal realm. “Liessa…” “I wanted to be known,” I whispered, needing him to hear this. “I wanted to be accepted.” Another shudder rocked Ash. “I wanted to be included.” I slid my hands free of his hair, drawing them down the cool skin of his neck. “I wanted to be talked to and touched.” “Sera,” he breathed. The tips of my fingers grazed the hard line of his jaw. “Most of all, I wanted to be valued, to be needed and cherished and wanted for who I was and not who I was supposed to be or what I could do for someone. I wanted to be seen.” A surge of emotion clogged my throat as the ground trembled once more. “You gave me all of that, Ash. I’ve lived because of you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Fire in the Flesh

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, quickly moving us from the cage. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner, but I’ve got you now, liessa, and I won’t let go. I’ll never let go again.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Fire in the Flesh

“I can’t…I love you. I do. Fates, I do. I fucking love you. How can I not? How can this not be love?” He screamed to the elms …“I love you, even if I cannot. I’m in love with you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Fire in the Flesh

“Inclínate ante tu reina o sangra ante ella...”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The ​Crown of Gilded Bones