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Because I regretted it like I regretted nothing else in my life. She was the only woman I ever loved, and she was the devil I regretted.
“You should start wearing skirts, little devil.” “I don’t love that nickname.” “I don’t care.”
“You have to calm yourself, Delilah. It’s only death. You and I walk with death all the time. Why are you so afraid when it’s your own?”
“Why’d you leave without saying goodbye?” “I thought I was protecting you.” “You weren’t.” I bit my lower lip, right before he leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth. His fingers gripped my chin as he pulled away, his gaze burning into mine. “You’re mine,” he said. “Not Cain’s. Mine.”
"I'll let you touch my stick, though," Cain said, and it was almost embarrassing how long it took for me to get what he was saying. “That was bad, even for you," I told him. "You really need to work on your lines." "That wasn’t a line, Aurora. There's not a girl who's been in this car who hasn't desperately wanted to touch my stick… wanted to lick it. You can do that too, you know. Might help you feel like you were getting in with the student population."
”What have you done to me? I can't decide whether you're an angel or a devil. All I know is that I want you with every piece of my soul."
Judging from the way Cain looked at her, we were in trouble. Every single one of us… especially Aurora.

