Amongraga

“You drugged me,”

“I didn’t want you to feel it, Merit.” His voice was soft. “You’d been
attacked; you hadn’t consented. I didn’t want you to have to go through it. I
didn’t want you to have to remember it.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“His eyes widended again, then flicked to something behind me. He shook his head, looked back at me. His voice low, intimate, insistent. "Come back from this, Merit. You don't want to fight me."
"I do," I heard, in a voice that was barely mine. "Find steel," she advised him.
We advised him.
He stood there a long moment, silently, still, before nodding. Someone offered him a blade, a katana that glinted in the light. He took it, mirrored my stance - katana in both hands, body bladed.
"If the only way you'll come back from this is to be bloodied by it, then so be it."
He lunged.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“I kissed him, let him kiss me, let him clutch my hips, curl his fingers into
the fabric of my shirt, slide his hands around my waist and splay them
against my back, pull me infinitesimally closer. He made a sound, a growl or
purr, some predatory noise that rumbled in his throat, then said my name. And
this time, it wasn’t a question but a sound of victory, a claim on his prize.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“It's either food or blood, Ethan.And given thats it's just me and you in this car right now, food would be considerably less complicated, don't you think?”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites