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“I suppose love made you capable of that: wanting happiness for another, even if it meant them finding it with someone else.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Fire in the Flesh

“Leaning into Ash, I cupped his cheek. Those frigid eyes landed on me. “I love you,” I whispered. “I love your protectiveness. I love that you see me. That I’m important to you. That I matter. I love you so very much for that.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Fire in the Flesh

“A guttural, inhuman growl shook the cage. “Get your fucking hands off my wife.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Fire in the Flesh

“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