“Apparently, dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren't enough. Apparently, she had to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.”

“Sienna shrugged, apparently unconcerned by what the warrior had said. "You'll have to forgive me for now noticing you back then. Next to him, you're kind of homely."William chocked on his own tongue.”

“She’d already decided to be with him. If only to wipe him from her mind, get him out of her system andstop the fantasies plaguing her. If only to prove to herself that being with him would not be pleasurable forher.”

“She pressed the blade’s tip into her palm and cut. Not as deeply as he had, but enough to ensure a successful exchange. Her blood welled, mingling with the droplets he’d left behind. He liked that, liked knowing some part of him was now inside her.He reached out, clasped her hand against his, her wound against his. At the moment of contact, he felt a pop inside him, a tear on his soul, and though he’d never done anything like this before, he knew the vow had just made a place for itself inside him.”

“I cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.”

“So what. He was made of awesome. Anyone who couldn't see that wasn't smart enough to be with him, anyway.”

“They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.”