Ange

“You’re a cold bastard, Caleb.’ She turned on her heels, fighting back the tears as she took the first two steps back down.
‘A cold bastard who feels a hell of a lot more than he should,’ he declared. ‘Who, despite what you have done to me here, still cannot see you walk away. Who cannot bear the thought of anyone else laying their hands on you. Who I would kill if they ever hurt you the way I have. I don’t want you to be a serryn, Leila. It’s the last thing I want. And you being the one I need to kill tears me apart more than you’ll ever know.”
― Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Roses

“And now here we are," he said. "Both knowing what you are, both knowing what I am. And that, my little fledgling sacrifice, must make me your worst fucking nightmare.”
― Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Roses

“At least I'm trying to understand you. But your mind is already made up. The truth is you want me to be like the others. You need me to be like them. You can't handle the fact that I'm different. I think that says more about you than me.”
― Lindsay J. Pryor

“One bite, Caleb, that’s all it will take.’ ‘Once more inside you could be all it takes,’ he whispered in her ear, making her stomach flip. ‘Right now, I’m willing to take the risk. Are you?”
― Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Roses