“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”
“You are mine, Madison. You’ve always been mine. You just didn’t know it and neither did I, but you’re mine, sweetheart, all mine and I’m never going to let you go.”
“How was I supposed to know that you let two little bears hurt you, Goldilocks?""Ah, yes, that mouth. I missed it. All mine now.”
“You sought the power of my book . . . But that power is mine . . . mine alone . . . carelessly you a lesser entity, toyed with it . . . but it is mine . . . just as the book was mine . . . and now you are mine . . . and I . . . I am hungry.”
“It means that you are my freedom, love.""Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.”
“You are mine,” he rasped. “Only ever mine. I accept all that you are, and we can be together.”