Miki My-Last-Name-Is-None-of-your-bussiness

“I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“What would you like to call me?"

That made her pause. "Husband" was too human, "partner" factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, "mate"...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. "Mine," she said at last.

He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. "But for public consumption, you are my consort."

"Consort," she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. "Yes, that fits.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“The bastard kissed her. She was so mad, she bit him hard enough to draw blood. Raphael pulled back, lip already beginning to swell. “We are no longer even, Elena. You’re now in debt.”

“You can deduct it from my slow and painful death.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die as
Elena, than live as a shadow.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood