Ange

“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

“If only the choice of whom you fall for were that easy. None of us choose who we love, Jask. If it were about reason and logic and choice, it would be science, not emotion. It would stop being magic.”
― Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Torn

“Playing the martyr doesn’t suit you, Leila.’
‘Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.”
― Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Roses

“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