Suddenly, out of nowhere, some random old guy grabs me on the arm and starts dragging me into a side corridor.
“You must come with me,” he says in an urgent voice.

He didn’t save me, though. He allowed me the freedom to save myself, which is the very best type of rescue.

But there is nothing, no trace that she’s ever existed. She is not here. She will never be here again.
Because of me.

Mark of Royalty

I wondered if this was how it felt to sell your soul to the devil. I bet there were awesome cookies in hell, too.

I nipped little kisses along his jawline. God, I just couldn't keep my hands or lips off of him. "God, you are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted."

He laughed. "That's something the vampire should be saying to you, not the other way around.