დ .•*””*•Nathali Erdmann•*””*•.დ

“And you’re going to teach us how to defeat you?” Aaric asks from behind us.
A corner of Xaden’s mouth slowly curves upward. “I can teach you to try, but there’s only one person capable of taking me down one day, and it isn’t you, Graycastle.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Did you love him?” he repeats. “Holy shit.” My hands fall from his jacket. “You’re actually jealous.” “Yes, love, I’m jealous.” He splays his hand over the small of my back and tugs me toward him. “I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands. So, when the prince of our realm walks into my classroom and starts talking to the woman I love with what can only be considered intense familiarity, and then has the audacity to ask her out right in front of me, naturally, I’m going to get jealous.” He brings our bodies flush.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Xaden comes first for me." It comes out so self-sacrificial that I half expected my mother to appear and smack me upside the back of my head. "Just so we're clear. But I will never stop being the woman he fell in love with in order to morph into whatever doormat you think he requires.”
― Rebecca Yarros

“Lifetime. Anything less is unacceptable.” Xaden slides his hand to the back of my neck. “And her full name for the papers is Violet Sorrengail. Two Rs.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm