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"The only way anyone will ever see you as a victim again is if you want them to. And at any time, you can pull the blindfold from their eyes and show them you're always the one with the knife."
“Cain is an amazing quarterback,” she gushed. Maybe we were still in high school. Maybe high school never really ends. What a depressing thought. “Pax and Remington kill it on the soccer field together,” she said. “And Stellan is the captain of the hockey team.”
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.
“Hello, little devil,” a familiar voice whispered.
Behind me, Paxton's breaths lengthened, until I knew that he had fallen asleep. And I know I should've pushed him out of the bed, but I couldn't bring myself to. Just for tonight, I whispered to myself. Just for tonight. I found myself slipping into sleep despite my best efforts, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace. And this time, I didn't dream.
“Oh, so you’re the only one who can call me a slut around here?” His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a ripple down my spine. “You haven’t earned your way up to slut yet.”
“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.”
The Demon had said, you can't trust anyone but family. The truth was you couldn't trust anyone.
”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.
"Out of the darkness and into the light, to all that is good and all that is bright,"
And wasn’t it a shame that I’d once thought maybe I could love them. Because all that was left was hate.
