“Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.”
“The blood that pooled around the needle’s point reminded him of the smears he’d made on his beautiful angel’s face. He’d touched Livia with his craziness and left a mark.”
“If there was anything I'd learned, it's that the man never chooses the woman. All he can do is give her an opportunity to choose him.”
“It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.”
“Derek favored his left side. His horse refused to bear him. I couldn't blame the horse. I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me, either. But it made us slow.”
“I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me either.”