What are you most scared of, Caitlin? What I can do to you, or how I make you feel?

Last warning. I don’t play nice.

I’m more than twisted. I’m the worst kind of vampire… But you’re the one who’s craving me, so what does that make you?

You upped the ante with the wrong vampire, Caitlin.

You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it.

I’m already inside your head. And your body’s most definitely next.

I will not be threatened. Do you understand me?’ He leaned closer again, his lips less than a couple of inches from hers. ‘Now try saying it without trembling.

There’s only so much temptation a vampire can take.

The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires.

We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you?

She exhaled curtly. ‘I’m a serryn. That’s all you see. I’m just something to be tortured, slain or sold off as a commodity. That’s hardly the most appealing of traits.’ ‘Tell your eyes that. Because...

You breathe too fast to be convincing,’ he goaded.’You don’t breathe enough to judge me.

Playing the martyr doesn’t suit you, Leila.’‘Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.

I’m not punishing you.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. You’d know if I was. Trust me.

Strong isn’t about not being afraid, Caitlin. It’s about facing what you’re scared of.

You need me, Kane. Maybe even more than I need you.