“We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?”

“I know what I am, Savannah, a monster such as the human world cannot conceive. But I have always had honor, integrity, and a talent for healing. I can make you two promises. I will never have untruth between us, and I will protect you with my life. I have said I will not take what is mine this night. We have time to calm your fears.”

“You want to come to me. You know you have to come to me.Nothing can stop you. It is inevitable,like the tide. There can be no turning back.”

“You can't go back; I can't go back either, but we can go on.”

“Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. "I expected steam this time," Jacques said, crushing her to him."Can you do that?" Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest."Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?" He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffered.”

“Do you suppose we can take that as evidence? We could cut out the sections."Jonas snorted, "You can try taking a saw to that house, but personally, I'm not about to get anywhere near it with anything resembling a weapon.”

“Then I guess we cannot miss the famous festival in New Orleans," he found himself saying, just to take the shadows from her eyes.She was silent a moment, her fingers twisting in the blanket. "Do you mean it, Gregori? We can go?""You know how much I love crowds of humans," he said, straight-faced.She laughed at him. "They don't bite.""I do," he said, the words low and soft, his silver gaze at once possessive.”