“He's my..." It takes me the longest moment in history to answer this question. "He's my soul mate.”

“For better or worse, he was my soul mate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.”

“He is my fate. He's my soul mate. He pervades my whole existence. So, of course, I often ignore him.”

“Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. "You and I will never be done.You're my mate."He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried."I stopped sleeping since you left," he said "I'll sleep for a couple of hours, wake up, you're not there." I closed my eyes."I need an answer, Andrea," he said."An answer?""Mate. Yes or no.""Do you need to ask?" I whispered. "You're my mate.”

“Is he... is Dimitri a Strigoi?" Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and then—he nodded. My heart shattered. My world shattered.”

“He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.”