"I am a monster, but whether you remember it or not, I'm your monster, Evangeline."
“Yeah, that was . . .”“Awkward?” she offered, sitting back straight with a grimace. Adam was looking elsewhere. She was probably imagining it, the way he was flushing.He cleared his throat. “Among other things.”
Still, it was worth a try.“Nope.”Surprisingly, it seemed to work.“Ah. Okay, then.” Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented.
Shit. What a disaster of a day.It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen—known ass—had called her by her name.
Everyone knew that the Yiling Patriarch and Hanguang-jun were not on good terms.
He ventured, “If that was how you recognized me, does that mean you’ve never let anyone else hear it?” “Never.”
"Stay like this tonight, then."
He'd never understood why someone would watch another person sleep... until her.
It felt like the end of a fairytale, when one kiss had more power than a thousand wars or a hundred spells.
"In the morning, you can forget it. You can go back to pretending you don't like me, and I can pretend that I don't care. But for tonight, let me pretend you're mine."
She could feel the cool of his arms sliding gently under her legs and carefully under her neck as he cradled her to his chest."It hurts, Jacks.""I know, love. I'm going to take you somewhere safe."
He'd said it like a warning, as if his truth were as destructive as his kisses. Yet his words only made her wonder: What was Jacks's truth? What did he want from the Valory, and why didn't he want her to know?
A hand clamped over her mouth, and a powerful arm wrapped around her arms and chest.Don't make a sound, Little Fox.
"Stop flashing your fangs. I'm the only one who gets to bite her."
Aunque él llegase a amarla con todas las facultades de su endeble ser, no podría amarla en ochenta años tanto como yo en un dia.
