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I’d been a fool, blinded by anguish and pain, and I was played by someone I considered a sister in my heart.
His pretty words meant nothing to me without the action to back them up,
I’d crash into a bed and hibernate as soon as we got Lo home.
I literally have nothing against Lo’s character, but literally if nothing happens to her or somebody … there were no stakes at risk this entire series, and I don’t think it should be an entirely happy ending…. Also, do we know what was going on with the random students being killed at the school yet? Or is that some thing we’re either going to just fully forget about the chamber of secrets wanna be bullshit or will we find out at the end, the motive behind that … where is Alexandria why haven’t we met the girl who is the daughter of the queen of hell after making such a stink about it and one of the books are we just writing all of that off?
If Lincoln and Drake could make it, so could I. I refused to be the one holding us back when Lo’s life hung in the balance.
…. two of your mates have been vampires for centuries, hundreds of years, etc. you have literally been a vampire for at most two weeks. What the actual ass are you talking about you fledgling
“There she is, Alina Van Helsing—the last of her name. How’s that feel, by the way?”
My name means to devour, Alina. You know that. But the thing is,I wasn’t just built to devour vampires with my flames. I was made to devour all creatures and their magic.
The power within me is for you to discover when you need it. You have to open your soul to it and trust in our power more and more to discover these facets of it. It’s not something that can be taught in training. You have to unlock it.
Eventually, he came to a rest, flat on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, void of fight or emotion. Empty. Just how I wanted him. Now maybe he’d feel the smallest sliver of the void I felt, losing the thing I loved most in this world.
she hadn’t made it, it would absolutely be a colder world without her in it.
meant. While I was spent physically and emotionally after the past forty-eight hours of hell, the idea of an orgasm felt like saving room for dessert after a full dinner. Just like a decadent dessert, I’d never turn down an orgasm.
Decadent means to decay… I don’t think I would ever use it. In the same sentence as orgasm. Also, you’ve almost died in the last 48 hours and your entire world got further turned upside down how are you not asleep
When I sat between his legs at the party and we stared at the stars together. How he really showed me the tender side of him that lay beneath his cocky exterior.
There was just something about a man that smelled good that made my knees weak.
Fuck me, I was going to dissolve into a puddle and be swept down the shower drain alongside the boiling stream of water if I had to get in there in this state.
It felt like shooting sparks of electricity traveled from the vein he punctured directly to the swollen and needy part of me that desperately wanted his attention.
“I know for a fact that you loved it when Drake ate your pussy in this shower right before Lincoln fucked you and spilled his seed into you,” he purred, pushing off the wall to take a single step towards me. “Do you want me to call them in here so they can provide their tongue and cock for you? I know that was memorable enough for you to ask for it again.”
Tell me exactly what you want this time, and fucking mean it,
That’s my good girl.
I waited for him to join me on the bed, noting that as he laid down stroking his cock, he dropped the lube so it was near us. “Come here. I’m not done fucking your pussy yet,”
It hit me then that the bed was likely a mess from our time together, and I let out a groan as I walked toward the door. I quickly pulled to a stop at the threshold, though. Lincoln was reclined on the freshly made bed, propped against the headboard, as he read a book shirtless. His head craned to look at me knowingly, and I shuffled from foot to foot under the weight of his gaze. I took care of the clean-up, Princess. Come to bed.
My breath was stolen from my lungs to feel him in this way for the first time. Everything felt deeper and more…barbaric.
“Because if I stop going one hundred miles an hour, then all of my demons and suppressed trauma will catch up to me. I can’t—”
It’s not weak to open up your wounds, Alina. It takes a hell of a lot of courage to stop pretending like everything's okay and face it, even when it makes your knees tremble and your heart hurt. Even when you feel like it’s going to swallow you whole.
I’d taken it all for granted, and now I was left with just the memories, desperately longing to go back in time and let them all know one more time how much I loved them. That even being separated from them in death couldn’t stop my love for them.
“My mother told me this morning that as much as we need the people who love us around us when we’re in pain, sometimes what we need even more is to prove to ourselves that in our greatest moment of despair, we are not defeated. That we can rise on our own from it and be stronger in our clarity on the other side.”
My vulnerabilities didn’t make me weak. It was okay to not be okay and to ask for help. The bad days wouldn’t always win. Baring your heart to those you loved made you incredibly brave. It was okay to listen to your heart first.

