Sometimes Broken People Stay Broken.

You Okay Now ?" He Asked. "okay." He Tightened His Arms And Lifted Me Off My Feet. "mercy?" He Growled Into My Ear. I Wrapped My Legs Around His Waist. " Yeah" , I Said. "me Too.

The Conflict Between The Creatures Of Native Lore And The Immigration Of The European Preternatural Hosts Is Hinted At In 'blood Bound' And Reflects The Conflicts Between The Human Immigrants And The Indian People Who Were Already Here.

What Do You Mean?” Leslie’s Voice Was Cool, As If She Questioned Witches Who Were Flat On Their Backs Being Threatened By Werewolves Every Day.

He Sighed. " I Don't Think An Apology Will Do, Mercy. Because An Apology Implies That You Wouldn't Do It Again. And, Under The Circumstances, You Wouldn't Do Anything Differently, Would You?" "no.

I'm Not Threatening To Kill Myself. But You Need To Know This About Me Because—if You Want To Be My Mate—i Won't Be Like Leo. I Won't Let You Sleep Around With Anyone Else. I Won't Be Forced Either. I've Had Enough. If That Makes Me A Dog In The Manger, So Be It. But If I Am Yours, Then You Damned Well Are Going To Be Mine." - Anna To Charles