So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

Tell Hugh," she whispered.Tell Hugh your freaking self! He's right here! And you're not going anywhere.

Dear Elizabeth, you cannot know how much joy you bring to my heart...

Every bit of you, Lass, that's what I want...

It is real, Lass.... You are mine as I am yours.

You can't fault me for ensuring it's in working order... what if I hadn't used it and from this use it had fallen off?

She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.