“She exhaled curtly. ‘I’m a serryn. That’s all you see. I’m just something to be tortured, slain or sold off as a commodity. That’s hardly the most appealing of traits.’ ‘Tell your eyes that. Because you really shouldn’t look at… — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“What are you most scared of, Caitlin? What I can do to you, or how I make you feel?” — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse… — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“Playing the martyr doesn’t suit you, Leila.’ ‘Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.” — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“she had only been able to imagine what Kane was like. And she realised just how limited her imagination had been as he consumed… — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“Kane narrowed his eyes. ‘Where have you been all this time, Caitlin?’ She could see the suspicion in his eyes, the accusation. ‘Tied to… — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“I will not be threatened. Do you understand me?’ He leaned closer again, his lips less than a couple of inches from hers. ‘Now… — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you… — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“I’m not punishing you.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. You’d know if I was. Trust me.” — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
“You’re a cold bastard, Caleb.’ She turned on her heels, fighting back the tears as she took the first two steps back down. ‘A… — Lindsay J. Pryor Copy Share Image
