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You can come if you want, but I'm going with or without you.Unless you're scared?

If I'm supposed to be SO powerful then why can't I destroy that thing?

More than the attraction - like a magnetic pull - between us, more than the tiny nagging voice that said he wouldn't hesitate to drink my blood and what then? Did he give me any reason to trust him? As far as a reason not to trust him, this was a reason, right here.

I was so close to her that I could lean down just a bit...her lips were so close...I could lean down and kiss those full pink lips. I heard her heartbeat speeding up in her chest and it almost shattered any control that I had.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to hit him. Not just for his presumptuousness, but for the way my heart jumped to my throat at his words and how his eyes looked me over.

The cloaked figure leaned over and I turned my head just as I heard the crack of bones.

We held each other's gaze for a long moment and I willed my breath to come evenly instead of the uneven gasps that I felt. Trent's eyes drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again before we wrenched our eyes away from one another.

Are you going to sit or are you afraid I__l suck your blood?___o, I am not afraid.___hen come sit next to me._ ~ Trent and Kiara: Scarred

Her voice.That's what drew me to her. It was gorgeous, perfect, angelic.Ironic, that a demon should be drawn to the voice of an angel.

The flames that popped up wouldn't stop coming. Like they were coming straight from her soul. Straight from her anger. Her rage coming out of her to spread like wildfire over the forest. That was her darkness. Her power and the potential it had to consume her.

I ate a rabbit for you.""Is that supposed to be romantic?""Why? Do you want it to be romantic?"Trent and Kiara, Scarred

They say there is a fine line between love and hate. I once loved Kaleib like a brother, now I hated him with the same conviction.

Where the hell is your sense of self-preservation, woman? You reckless, beautiful, stray cat!

He understood now why she was so much calmer, so much happier when he held her hand while they walked. When he first did that, she had looked at their linked fingers quizzically, but didn't pull away, even though she had been as skittish as a stray cat. limit.

Men don't fight for what is theirs. They work for it and they love it with all their hearts. When they do that, they want for nothing.

We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there__ a pecking order in that, don__ you?

She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.

I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You