Katie Downing

“I choose you, Sebastian Montquartier. I choose this life. I choose to remain by your side, always.”
― Elayna R. Gallea, Tormented

“Who did this to you?" I demand.
Stark lets out a low laugh, pushing me off him. He turns swiftly, trying to walk away again. But I snare his wrist, yanking him back around.
He thinks he's some tough, violent avenger.
Well, guess, what buddy? There are two of us.
I draw closer to him until he's forced to stare down at me, to see how serious I am, to read it in the pain in my eyes. Then I breathe deeply, his amber musk filling my senses and lending me strength.
When I speak, it's with all the depth of the darkness that thrives in my veins.
"Give me a name, and I'll erase it from the earth.”
― Sable Sorensen, Fury Bound

“Horace’s lips curled up, a sadistic glint in his eye as he twisted the blade in his fingers. “I think I’ll start with the girl. I’ll make you watch as I carve her up and make her corpse dance like a puppet on a string. How would you enjoy that, Your Highness?” My heart stilled as Ella stepped up behind him. “I don’t dance for bastards like you,” she said. Horace wheeled around and raised his blade, but Ella drove the shattered heel of her glass slipper straight into his eye. He screamed and stumbled back with his hands clasped over his face. She swung again, this time ramming the sharp heel into the side of his neck. Blood spurted over her arms, but she struck over and over until he crumpled and fell to the earth.”
― Linsey Hall, Reign of Cinders and Glass

“She felt his rage and restraint warring against one another, then the male standing at her side snarled, pulling his lips back to reveal razor sharp teeth. But it wasn’t Rion who lunged for him, crashing into his full frame. Before she knew what she’d done, Arianna had the male pinned beneath her body, her hand at his throat, and her fangs bared. His eyes flew open wide and his hands released their grip on her arms, pulling back to open his palms in surrender. She couldn’t stop the growl in her voice. “Threaten him again and it will be the last threat you make.”
― J.E. Reed, The Revered and the Pariah