“Damon Laughed. “I’m only at the service of one person in particular.”My cheeks flamed as I scooted my chair over. “You are not servicing me in any way.”He leaned in, closing my newly gained distance. “Not yet.”

“... maybe I could get used to this new gift-giving Daemon..'Thank you.'He smiled in response. 'Where's ours?' Lesa quipped. Daemon laughed. 'I'm only at the service of one person in particular.”

“Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie--and yet ye love me.”

“And above all, you must be asking which door is the true one; not which pleases you best by its paint and panelling…the question should never be: ‘Do I like that kind of service?’ but ‘Are these doctrines true: Is holiness there? Does my conscience move me towards this? Is my reluctance to move to this door due to my pride, or my mere taste, or my personal dislike for this particular door-keeper?”

“He's a fascinating gentleman.Old-school. I tried to talk him into attendingone of my services, but he said he wasn't finishedsinning yet, and he'd let me knowwhen he was.”

“Evan looked at my empty pizza box and then held up three fingers, “You’re hot, you play soccer, and you have a very healthy appetite. Please marry me?”I laughed and leaned into Caeden who then put his arm around me. “Sorry, you know I’m taken.”“Darn,” Evan smiled. “Have any sisters?”“Only child.”“So not fair,” he said. Evan looked over at Caeden. “You better put a ring on that before someone tries to sweep her out from under you.”Caeden grinned and kissed my cheek. “I’m not worried,” he winked at me.”