I'd Really Like Having A Couple Days

I Don’t Care About Anything But Keeping Her Alive. If It’s A Child She Wants, She Can Have It. She Can Have Half A Dozen Babies. Anything She Wants. She Can Have Puppies, If That’s What It Takes.

That's The Funny Thing About Knowing You Can't Have Something. It Makes You Desperate.

I Believe That. But I Want You To Know Something — When It Comes To All This Enemies Nonsense, I’m Out. I Am A Neutral Country. I Am Switzerland. I Refuse To Be Affected By Territorial Disputes Between Mythical Creatures. Jacob Is Family. You Are . . . Well, Not Exactly The Love Of My Life, Because I Expect To Love You For Much Longer Than That. The Love Of My Existence. I Don’t Care Who’s A Werewolf And Who’s A Vampire. If Angela Turns Out To Be A Witch, She Can Join The Party, Too.

So What You're Saying Is, I'm Your Brand Of Heroin?" I Teased, Trying To Lighten The Mood. He Smiled Swiftly, Seeming To Appreciate My Effort. "yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

Don't Watch" The Redheaded Mind Reader Whispered. I Closed My Eyes.