Silver-Flames

“He has a fascination with mortals.

Raphael had said that to her before she'd woken with wings of midnight and dawn.

"Why are you starting at me, Ellie?" Illium said without taking his eyes from the blade dancing around his fingers.

The words were instinctive, something she might as easily have said to rib Ransom. "You're so pretty, it's difficult to resist."

A flashing grin, a hint of that aristocratic English accent in his response. "It's hard to be me, it's true.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“At my disbelieving look he sighed again. I thought about offering him an inhaler, but he continued.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, Persephone

“Are you married?”
“No.”
She picked at her nails. “I'm not married, either.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass