“The world was so beautiful in those days, Annika. The music, the flowers, the scent of pines...""It still is," said Annika. "Honestly, it still is.”

“I'm assuming you're taking me to ACRO.""Can't get anything by you," Annika drawled."What's going to happen when we get there?""They'll probably torture you for a few days." Annika glanced at Faith's hands and shrugged. "You didn't need those fingernails anyway. Terrible polish. Black doesn't look good on you.”

“So. Good." She closed her eyes and rocked on top of him."It'd be better if I wasn't worried about accidentally bleeding out."She still had her knife pressed to his jugular...~Annika/Creed”

“Annika--""I don't want this to be the end." she croaked."Why?""Why?" he repeated, his voice as hoarse as hers."Because I'm afraid of losing you." She stared into his eyes, made sure he understood how much this meant to her."And I've never been afraid of anything, so this must mean something."~Creed/Annika”

“you think I"m that desperate?""The raging hard-on jabbing at me says yes."~Creed/Annika”

“Put your mouth on me," he said..."Now, Annika. I want you on your knees in front of me. And don't lie to me--I know you want it too."~Creed”