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"I'll never leave you, Elena. And I'll never let you go."

"Anytime, angel boy." I'm sure an archangel loves being called a mere angel and a little boy at that.

She stared at the ring finger of his hand, possessiveness a raging storm inside her. "Where's your amber ring?" "You haven't made a gift of it yet." "Find a piece to wear until I can get you something." Because he wasn't free, wasn't open to invitation. He belonged to her, to a hunter. "I wouldn't want to get blood on the carpet killing all those simpering vampire floozies."

"Know this Elena - you'll never wear another man's knife." She blinked. "He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?" "Blades," he whispered, "and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade." Hahahaha.

"What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?" "You can call me 'Master'" Hahaha, yeah, right.

"I've lived for more than a thousand years. You are no more my equal now than you were before." Not cool, Raphael. It may be true, but you don't say it, idiot.