Carrie

“I didn’t,” my voice is hoarse, “I didn’t want to die without kissing you first. It felt too cruel to die before I knew what it was like.” Thatcher drags his thumb across my swollen mouth, softly massaging the feeling of his kiss into my skin. Pressing the taste of him into me. The edges of his mouth twitching. “My darling phantom,” he whispers. “You’re not dying, not until I’m done with you.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part One

“Thatcher may be a lot of horrible things, to me and other people. He may want to hurt me with his words right now and I may be so angry at him that I’m ten seconds from clawing his eyes out, but he doesn’t deserve to be given up on. The world had already done that.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part One

“He is my Lucifer, and it’s time for me to show him I could be his Lilith.”
― Monty Jay, The Truths We Burn

“I missed you, too,” I snicker, my voice raw and scratchy. “I did miss you. It’s just…” he whispers softly. “Can”
― Monty Jay, The Truths We Burn