“Jared cupped my jaw and his thumb brushed my cheek. ''As long as you heart is beating, so is mine”

“It's my heart. It is the same as yours. I shook my head. No it isn't. Your heart has beaten for fifteen hundred years--and will continue to beat for at least another fifteen hundred--while mine will be lucky to beat for as long as Ellie's has. He kissed my hair and then pressed his cheek against my head. I will see to it that it beats for as long as possible.”

“I am so in love with you,” I told him.He smiled graciously and pressed his nose and cheek to mine with a hand on my jaw.“I'm so in love with you.”“I know,” I said happily and smiled through the rain on my cheeks.”

“Wars fought over a face like this,” he murmured like he was talking to himself, my heart stopped beating and his thumbs moved lightly across my cheeks. “A man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it,” his eyes came to mine, “poison his brother to possess a face like this.”

“All I care about is that this doesn’t change anything, Eric. I don’t want to lose you.”He gently cupped her cheek, brushing her swollen lips with his thumb. “You’ll never lose me, Joe.”

“Why did you come back here, then? Why risk it? Couldn’t you find a place where you wouldn’t have any other Packs to deal with?”He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing a snowflake from my eyelashes.“You know why I came back.”My heart started beating against my ribcage as if it was trying to break free. “The fried chicken they serve at The Farmhouse?”“I came back for you, Scout.”I had to say something. Something clever. Something dazzling. Something to make this moment perfect.“I hope the snow sticks.”