“Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.”

“Elena: "I guess a dying woman can be stupid if she wants. I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.”

“I'm the best," Elena muttered to herself the next morning s she got out of the taxi in front of the magnificient creation that was Archangel Tower."Hey, lady, you gonna pay me or just talk to yourself?""What? Oh.... Keep the change."... "...you got a big hunt coming on?"Elena didn't ask how he'd pegged her for a hunter. "No. But I do have a high chance of meeting a horrible death within the next few hours. Might as well do something good as up my shot at getting into heaven.”

“Sara had named her daughter Zoe Elena. Damn if Elena hadn't sniffled like a baby herself when she found out.”

“«Podría hacer que te arrastraras, Elena.»”

“Estoy loca por ti, arcángel. A veces me das un miedo de muerte, pero quiero bailar contigo de todas formas.-Elena a Rafael”

“Death holds no allure for me, Elena.” The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. “Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.”