Steph

“I really fucking want your soul, Raelynn. I want it so goddamn badly it makes me sick. I want to own you, from now until eternity.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take

“He was monstrous, but he was mine. And I was his, as surely as if he’d already claimed my soul. I’d spent so many years chasing darkness, reaching out for it, calling to it, and now I’d sunk into it. It had embraced me and I didn’t want it any other way. The darkness was sharp but, God, it was warm. It was terrifying, but it was safe. The darkness was a demon leaning over me with fire in his eyes, whispering, “You’re mine, baby girl.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take

“He tweaked his eyebrow up, glancing back at me, a smirk on his mouth. “For you, baby girl, I can kill anything.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take

“Don’t you fucking doubt that I’ll have your soul. I’m not letting you get away. I’m not letting anything” — he grasped me so hard, so tight, that I could hardly breathe, his heat rushing over me in waves — “anything take you from me. I’ll rip Heaven and Hell and this goddamn Earth apart before I let them steal you from me.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take