Sophie

“I told you that the next time you wanted my touch, you were going to beg for it.” He steps closer until he’s just a foot away. He still doesn’t let his eyes move lower down my body. Instead, his dark irises burn into mine as his lips curl into a cruel smile. “So beg, sinner.”
― Tessonja Odette, The Lies that Summon the Night

“You better get used to having me around.” I sniffle. “Haunting me?” “No.” He smiles. “Loving you.”
― B.K. Borison, Good Spirits

“Try it,” he says, a threat in his tone and a maniacal hunger in his dark eyes. A dare. “Lie to me, sinner. They like the way it tastes.”
― Tessonja Odette, The Lies that Summon the Night

“All Annie could register was the desperate need to get to her own girl, to Maeve – an overwhelming feeling that she would give anything for it. Her own life, if needed. She supposed that was what a pure soul connection with someone other than her familiar was meant to feel like – true friendship or true love or the true feeling of family – and it had risen up so unexpectedly in her life, like a forgotten spring bud desperately determined to survive through any winter frost, through anything, all-consuming in its aim to carry on. A kind of love that was incomparable. Annie had no intention of letting that love leave this realm or any other.”
― Lucy Jane Wood, Uncharmed