“Listen closely, Sebastien Newcombe, ... I will only say this once. I understand the despair coursing through you. I understand the rage that is eating away at your insides like acid. If you want to lash out at me, you are welcome to do so...But if you ever give me reason to believe you have been anything less than kind to the woman who resides here, I will strike your head from your body and you will go down in history as the only immortal I have ever killed. Nod your head that you understand me.”

“My life was so barren before we met, Sarah. I couldn't feel anything anymore. Didn't let myself fell anything." Reaching up, he stroked her lovely face. "Then you came along with your courage and teasing and passion and woke me up.""Now I feel so much that, at times, it overwhelms me," he admitted. "I laugh. I want. I live, Sarah. Because of you.”

“Reordon,” a male voice came over the line.“Chris, it’s Marcus.”“Hey, man. How’s it going?”“Not that great. I wrecked my bike.”“Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa.”“That’s the one.”“Please tell me it’s just a scratch.”Marcus studied the wreckage. “I’m sure if you sort through the debris, one or two pieces will have scratches on them.”

“You’re apologizing? Seriously, what happened to you? Have you been taken over by a pod person?”

“What....are you high? You just told me my hair is beautiful.” Seth”

“You stabbed me in the ass?” Bastien”

“What did you think I would do? Ask her if I could braid her hair after we gave each other facials and painted our toenails? Marcus”