“You're mine, vampire, from here until the end. You are mine.”
“I'll never be yours until you're mine”
“Right now, you're mine, just like she was mine. I'm going to pull you under and drown you in me until you can't forget.”
“You're mine, Pagan Moore. You will always be mine.”
“Mine,” he whispered against my mouth. He kissed me again. “You are mine.” In the shadows I stared into the eyes of a vampire, grazed his mouth with my finger. “No, you‟re mine.”
“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”