Laila

“Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. It’s the only time of year when it feels like magic might be real”
― B.K. Borison, Good Spirits

“I know that you took an oath. And I know that this is doomed. But… Koen. There is very little that I wouldn’t do for you, if you were to ask me.”
“Serena.” I hear the blurry edge of his smile. A quiet sigh. “I would throw away my pack, my life, and my entire world for you. Which is the exact reason I cannot have you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate

“Serena is the name by which my sister calls me. The name on my diploma. The name Koen whispered in my ear last night. Eva might be what Fiona chose when I was a child, but it belongs to someone who was at mercy of others, someone who doesn’t exist even in her own memories. Serena was a spur-of-the-moment decision by a nurse, but it’s my name because I made it so. Everything I built is attached to it.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate

“Where would I bite you, to show that you’re mine?”
Koen goes still at the question. And then, after processing it for entirely too long, he lets out a soft, explosive curse against my collarbone. “I hate it,” he breathes out.
“What?”
“How perfect you are. I spent the last twenty years hoping that if there was a mate for me out there, I’d never come across them. And then I found you, and, Serena… there isn’t one thing I would change about you. Or one single thing I regret about knowing you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate