“There are some things that you should know about me.” She meant her past, the things Eli had done to her and the things he’d taken from her. She thought it important to tell Trace because it was a shame… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“Of course when she finally found someone that listened to her, understood her, and was motivated by her to do better with himself, he had to be a vampire that was sent to kill her and then her father.” — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“I lie in the dirt and pretend his words about my love don’t hurt, but they slice me like the ice cold winds of… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“You want me to change overnight, Katie, and I’m telling you right now that it’s not going to happen. You're asking me to forget… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“You can see in the dark, move incredibly fast, you don’t spar—” “Are you listing traits of fictional vamires?” he asked, amused, smirk still… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“I know you, but then again, I don't. I know what it's like to kiss you, but you always seem to stay at least… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“It’s like there is an empty space in your heart, and though it’s a void, it weighs you down. Each step you take through… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“Of course there are urged that I fight against, but none stronger than the urge to hear your voice, touch your face, or now… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“My heart took control, and I reached behind his head and pulled Kale to my lips. Kale's lips felt exactly how I knew they'd… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“I could feel it in my bones that I was where I belonged-close to him.” — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“You are still a kid, new to the Chorý world. You’ve never had to hunt for your food; it is always readily available to… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“She pulled away, breathless, but Kale couldn’t let her escape. He’d breathe for her if he could, but his lips belonged nowhere but on… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“I can imagine my fangs sinking into her soft flesh, the gasps of pain and pleasure from my bite, the way she’d either fight… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“A fire burned bright and warm in the hearth while Kale poured me a mug of hot chocolate. It was so weird to see… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
