“Soon his too-loud voice drifted back into the room. “He shot my brother in the back. He’s mine. That’s a fucking order. Mine.”

“The Cutter leaned toward me, resting his forehead against mine. 'Fool me once,' he whispered, 'shame on you.' He pressed the bridge of his nose against mine, his breath burning the back of my throat. His voice was rough and furious. 'Fool me twice, and I will cut out your fucking throat.”

“You’re too sacred,” he continued, and his voice was husked with emotion. “You’re the one. My sunlit angel. My Roses. Mine.”

“Werewolf Property Laws1. If I want it, it’s mine.2. If I like it, it’s mine.3. If I don’t like it, I’m still not giving it to you.4. If it’s mine, it cannot appear to be yours in any way.5. If it’s yours, it will soon be mine.6. If it once was mine, it’ll be mine forever and I’ll be getting it back.7. If it looks good on me, beside me, or under me, it’s mine.8. If it’s shiny, I’ll probably make it mine.9. If I trick you out of it, it’s so fucking mine.10. If you bargain with me, you’ll soon be mine.11. If you have a soul, my dark heart wants to make it mine.”

“Why did you fucking leave her, Phillipe?" Bringing his eyes back to mine, he swallows and simply replies,"I wanted to see if I could.”

“Kitten,” he growled roughly.I kissed him softly, sliding my hands into his silky locks, letting the pieces slide through my fingers. I tasted in him my own rising desire, my own need and heartache. Thrilling. Frightening. I pulled back.“Kitten,” he said again, voice strained. “You don’t get to do that and then stop. That’s not how it works.”I stared at him, my breath stalling in my lungs.“Not when you’re mine.” Daemon backed us up and slid down the wall, pulling me on his lap so I was straddling him. “And you’re mine.”