Every Last Breath (The Dark Elements, #3)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“One of these days, Prince, you will meet your own fate.” “And I’ll do so quite spectacularly,” he quipped back. “Looking damn good while I do it, too.”

Cayman bowed in her direction, extending his arm with a flourish. “Only the most handsome and smartest and downright most charming demon there is. But I know that’s a mouthful, so you can call me Cayman.”

“I’m beginning to think your darling naïvete is actually adorable idiocy. You’re like the cute version of the village idiot.” “Wow.” I scowled. “You really know how to stroke a girl’s ego.”

“When is there ever a right time to fully give your heart to another? There are always going to be obstacles. You just have to decide which ones are worth it.”

“Not making a choice is the coward’s way out. You love both of them. I get that. But you don’t feel the same kind of love for both of them, and the sooner you accept that, the better.”

Stop being a coward and let go of the past. Embrace the future, because they are two very different things.

Because there was only one set of eyes I saw when I closed mine at night and when I reopened them in the morning.

“Are you really here? Or did I manage to become the first demon ever to have alcohol poisoning?”

“You know I love Zayne. Always have and will, but Roth? He’s...” “He’s the one,” she said quietly. “Yeah. As much as he annoys the ever-loving crud out of me, I kind of love that he does. I know that sounds twisted, but it’s true.”

“I, Astaroth, Crown Prince of Hell, am in love with you, Layla Shaw. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. A hundred decades from now, I will still be in love with you, and it will be as fierce today as it will be a decade later.”

“Because you’re beautiful, Layla, and while I may say that one word to you a lot, I don’t simply toss it around. And I’ve seen many, many beautiful things. People as beautiful as demons are atrocious. You, by far, shine brighter than any of them. It’s more than what is on the outside. It comes from within you. I’ve seen a lot of things and nothing, nothing comes close to you.”

“I don’t think you understand what it means when a demon falls in love, Layla. It doesn’t go away. It doesn’t fade, even if we want it to. We love until death.

“Please. As pretty as our little strudel cake is, she doesn’t do it for me. You taking off your shirt, however, floats my boat and anchor.”

“There is nothing more useful than leather pants. They’ll protect your ass while making it look fine.”

“I will stop it.” “Really?” He inclined his head. “Because all you’ve done since the Lilin revealed itself is mourn your friend, pout, indulge in relationship drama I would normally only expect from a pitiful human teenager and surrender your chastity.”

“No one ever asks for what life deals them. You are hardly special.”

“Are you still mad at me?” His breath was warm on my lips. “I still want to strangle you.” He paused. “But in the most loving way possible.”

“I love you,” I told him, and I told him that every day and I would tell him that over and over again. Roth lowered his forehead to mine as he brought our joined hands to his chest, placing them above his heart. “And I love you,” he said. “With every breath I take, I will always love you.”