“Just remember who you belong to, Hannah. I wouldn't want to have to shoot anyone - or strangle you."She leaned over to kiss his shoulder. "Why am I the one to be strangled?""It's a much more personal death.”

“It's funny," she said, with a strange hitch in her voice, "but I never wanted to be tied to anyone. Never wanted to be owned or to belong to another person. But now I realize that belonging with someone is completely different. I belong with you, Con.""And I with you."He kissed her, sealing them together with a bond she didn't mind, and one that would never be broken.”

“Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.”

“I would very much like to strangle someone. Why don't you go away until I decide it isn't you?”

“Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.”

“Of course I remember you." My voice is a strangled whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut. "You were the only one who ever looked at me like a human being.”