“The Princess Mahiya, and she is mine.”

“I know exactly how strong he is... He is like a peacock, spreading his feathers and squawking loudly to distract you from the back that his body is but weak."-Jason to Mahiya”

“Obviously, I need to study princesses further.”

“Her wild storm had just told her he loved her, the piercing joy of his song branding her as indelibly his. I’ll be home soon, princess.”

“I'll never be yours until you're mine”

“What would you like to call me?"That made her pause. "Husband" was too human, "partner" factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, "mate"...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. "Mine," she said at last.He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. "But for public consumption, you are my consort.""Consort," she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. "Yes, that fits.”

“No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.”