“I love you ... You're mine ... And you're not leaving me ever again... I really am so sick and tired of trying to live without you.”

“No need to take it out on me that you're so wrinkled you have to screw your hat on.”

“I think I've had a shit, Shaya." The poor woman sounded distressed and mortified. "Have I, Grace? Don't lie to me." "No, you haven't.""I have, you're lying. Is she lying, Lydia?""No," Lydia quickly said, "you haven't, I promise.”

“You are a slut, you're my slut.”

“You just don’t get it, do you? You have no idea how important you are to me. I need you to be okay, Taryn. I can’t be without you, you have to be here and okay or I would be able to fucking function.”

“I hope you told him you'd rather cram your cock in the ass of a bear with inflamed hemorroids than ever be in his company again".”

“She’s my mate. She’s mine. No one keeps her from me. No one insults her. And no one – and I mean no one – talks to her the way you just did, understand me?”