Summaries

"Maybe mope around is the wrong word. I'm sulking like a whore without clients."

“I never wanted anyone but you.”

“Being enemies doesn’t change the fact that you’re fucking mine.”

“I would've found you no matter what, Princess. It was a matter of when, not if.”

"You tame my darkness, calm my chaos, and quiet the voices. I don’t only love you, but I’m physically unable to live without you."

“Frankly, I’d rather be dead than be a panic-riddled recluse.”

When have we ever been able to let go of the things that hurt us most?

Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.

Touch her again, and I will tear your skull from your spine.

“The lack of you has stripped my world of color and made me realize you’re my sole light in the darkness.”