Scarred (Never After, #2)

by Emily McIntire

If you want to burn down hell, you must learn to play the devil’s game.

The worst type of ignorance is one that can be avoided yet isn’t.

Women aren’t granted the same respect as a man, as if what’s between my legs has anything to do with the way my brain works or my ability to process information.

That’s the difference between me and other people. They run away from the bad things, and I become them.

And the stars don’t shine as brightly when you stare at them alone.

“Water is the most powerful element in the world. Calm when needed and ferocious when tried. Never assume you know something’s power because of how it appears.”

“Be careful who you corner in dark hallways,” I hiss, liquid heat surging through my veins. “You never know which one of us has hidden claws.”

“The truth is, I am yours. Wholly. Inexplicably. Painfully. Unconditionally.” He moves my hand until the dagger presses against his throat. “And if you need to sacrifice my soul so you’re able to live with yours, then do it.”

This isn’t love. This is obsession. It’s madness. It’s salvation.

“You could burn down the entire kingdom until it’s nothing but charred rubble, and I would crawl over the embers with glee, so long as I could worship at your feet.”

“If something happens, know that I will find you in every lifetime, Sara Beatreaux. You are mine, and not even death can keep you from me.”