“A friend... sort of. Ren watches me like I'm a cookie jar he wouldn't mind being caught with his hands in.”

“I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.”

“Its like a sort of internet Ren Fair. Its like Dungeons & Dragons but for cool people who have got friends.”

“Life is a game, a dream, a fantasy, that is never fully realized until it is over. Peace and War go hand in hand in our world today. Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?”

“The air around Shay rippled, tinged with the rusty hue of his rage. I caught the scent of Ren's own fury, sudden and violent, as he stepped in front of me, blocking Shay's approach. It was an act of possession, as unmistakable as if he'd thrown a gauntlet at Shay's feet. Ren was an alpha, and he was reclaiming his place.”

“Lia, all that I am is what I do. I'm not meant for a tame sort of life, to dwell in bucolic splendor. I'm a city rat. I ache for it. I was made for it. And I wouldn't expect you to live as I do. I wouldn't want that for you. But its all I have to offer.""Then--I accept."He brought a hand to his forehead and began to laugh. "Its like being snared in a sugartrap. You wont listen.”