Rage and Ruin

You gave me stars, and that means this is…this is more.” His thumb swept over my cheek. “I don’t know what more means to you, but it means that I love you, Trinity Lynn. That I’m in love with you.

You’re under my skin and in my blood. I can’t get you out.

You say I have a light about me, but you are my light." Zayne reclaimed the space between us, kissing me. "You're never getting rid of me now." "I wouldn't want to.

You make this so hard," I muttered. "Make what hard?" Irritated and charmed, and annoyed because I was charmed, I glared at him. "Not liking you," I admitted. Zayne's lips tipped up and a wide, beautiful smile appeared, stealing my breath again. My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. "I don't know why you're smiling." "Maybe because..." He rose, extending his hand toward me. "Maybe because I'm not trying to make it easy, Trin.

Rage and ruin had not corrupted me. They powered me.

I'm your Protector. No one, demon or Warden or human, is going to put you in a position of danger." I met his stare. "You're my Protector, not my rabid guard dog that bites anyone who gets too close." "Oh, I'll do more than bite.

I can see you. Each breath you take. The way your lips are parted. How wide your eyes are and how flushed your skin is. That light inside you. The spark. I can see it and it's beautiful. You're beautiful.

His forehead dropped to mine, and the breath we took was shared. "Whatever happens, this will be worth it," he said, and it sounded like a promise. "This is right, no matter what.

You’re beautiful, Trin. You have this thing. It’s this spark from within. A light. There isn’t a single person out here that can’t see that.

When she stepped back, she smiled at me and then turned. "What?" she yelled. I followed her gaze to find Zayne and Roth standing several feet away, watching us. "Nothing." Roth has hands in his pockets. "Just that you two getting all handsy was kind of hot." Zayne jerked his head toward Roth. The demon prince shrugged. "Look, I'm just being honest. I'm a demon. I don't know why any of you would expect anything less from me." "It's a good thing I love him," Layla muttered as she stalked forward, and I got moving. "And I do love him with every part of my being and then some, but he... he just doesn't people well.

No matter what happens, we’ll face it together. I didn’t kiss you without considering there could be a risk. I didn’t share with you what we just shared believing nothing could come from it.” His eyes searched mine. “I knew there was a risk for us—and there is an us. I also know that you’re worth the risk. That we’re worth the risk.

You never cease to amaze me, Trinity. I don’t think there’ll ever be a time that you do. So, yes, I’m in awe of you.

Thank you for the food. You're a keeper." "Good. I want to be kept.

There were no walls. No stupid file cabinets, Nothing between me and everything I felt. Nothing between me and all that Zayne was. Which was more. So much more.

Every cell and molecule of who I am desires, needs and covets Layla. Humans call that love. I call it obsession. Same thing, I suppose, but I am a demon, Trinity. I'm brutally selfish and there are very few things I truly care about. While I may randomly commit acts of perceived kindness, I do them only so that Layla is happy. Because when she's not happy, it makes me want to do really, really bad things to whatever and whoever has upset her.

You cannot allow yourself to become distracted. Everything in this room, especially the uninvited third wheel, needs to fade away.” “Hey,” Roth scuffed. “That’s offensive.” “This is my I-don’t-care face,” Zayne replied. I planted my hands on my hips. “I think I know how to concentrate, Zayne.” “And I think I’ve been around you enough to know that you have the concentration level of a puppy on its first car ride.” Roth laughed.

I'm... greedy enough for anything." His thumb moved along my chin and then the line of my jaw. "Or maybe it's that I'm desperate for anything that you will allow.

You should see your face." "I don't need to see it to know it has WTF written all over it." I told him.

You're going to want to play along and do so quickly, because I have the patience of a hungry toddler and a severe problem with impulsivity. I don't think before I act.

I... I don’t know how you even fall in love, so I don’t know how to fall out of it.

So, what’s up with the tie?” I asked, and Zayne stared down at it like he’d forgotten he’d been holding it. “Now that is a question I was dying to ask,” Roth commented. “BDSM, Stony? I am shooketh.” … “Blindfolded training. Not nearly as sexy as I was thinking, but still vastly entertaining” came the comment from the one-man peanut gallery. “That is a good idea.” Anticipation swirled in my chest. “Let’s go.” “This should be fun to watch,” Roth declared. “Can you not talk?” Zayne snapped as he walked to where I stood. “I don’t think that is a promise I can make.

I had the strangest sensation that something was staring at me, and when I looked at Roth, Bambi’s head would be visible on his neck. “She likes you.” “What?” “Bambi,” he explained. “She’s trying to keep an eye on you while she’s resting.” Yet again, I wondered if Roth could read thoughts. He claimed he couldn’t. “I’m...happy to hear that.” “You should be. Normally she likes to eat people.

Don´t waste air in guilt. It would not have been wasted on you.

Sometimes the right side of history is made up of those you’d least expect.

Look, I just don't want to be..." A burden. A victim. A challenge. Someone to pity and coddle and worry about. Someone treated less than, even with the best of intentions.

In death, nothing would keep me from you. That I swear.

Fear made you so reckless, stupid things, and I already did enough of those for no good reason.

You're going to have to hold on harder than that." Amusement lanced his tone, and I rolled my eyes. "And scoot up, or the moment this Ducati moves, you're going to fly right off the back of it." "Sounds like if that happens, it's your fault," I retorted, but flattened my hands against his sides. "And if I get any closer, I'm going to be riding your back like a book bag." "That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear." His voice crackled through the microphone. "You're welcome.

Cocking his head, the demon frowned. He stared at me as if he'd ordered a tender marinated filet, but instead had ended up with a cheap flat beef patty. I was sort of offended. I was 100 percent organic Angus beef, thank you very much.