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she guards her thoughts and feelings like they're precious gems that might lose value if they’re shared.
Sometimes you had to step outside yourself and your own self-interests to see the bigger picture.
"Yes, yes. I'm a murderer. I kill when convenient. Hate me for it if that makes things easier for you. Then move past it because you need to survive what's coming," he said impatiently. "Did the fox say where they're coming from?"
"Every time I think this place can't get any weirder, it does," Caden murmured quietly. "This time you should be grateful for the weirdness; it's about to save our collective asses," Eva told him.
"Aren't you full of surprises, Eva, daughter of an unexpectedly ancient line."
"You're a raindrop who thinks she's a tempest, and damn if I don't want to see you teach them to fear your wrath.”
Love was a choice you made over and over again. You could close yourself off from it as Eva had for as long as she could remember, or you could embrace it.
“You have no killer instinct. It was clear if I didn’t help you survive, your fire would be put out before I was done warming myself by its heat.”
Caden dropped a quick kiss on Eva's lips before striding off. "I see the situation has advanced," Laurell drawled. "Shouldn't you be focused on ordering your warriors about?" Eva responded. "I'm a woman. Multitasking is in my blood."
"Are you in labor?" Eva asked in surprise. "No," Shea groaned. "I think you are." "I don't want to be." "I'm pretty sure what you want, and what is are two different things," Eva said. "You're in labor. Accept it."
May our hunt be fruitful." "Our blades fierce," Caden said. "And our mercy nonexistent,"
