Cora Reilly

“Vitiellos don’t kneel.”

Aria took the phone from me, her blue eyes full of concern. She listened to Lily for a moment before she said, “That’s hard to put into words. Love is when you feel safe in someone’s arms, when he’s the first thing you want to see in the morning, love is surrendering. You risk getting hurt but you don’t care. You are willing to give someone the power to break your heart. Love means seeing someone at their worst and still seeing the good in them, love means someone is perfect for you despite their imperfections.”

Luca was a monster (…) but maybe I could make him keep the monster in chains when he was with me.

Don’t waste your time on love, Aria. You won’t find it in our world.

Little children quickly learn that closing your eyes from evil doesn’t protect you. It took me far too long to grasp that lesson.

“You are far too beautiful and innocent to be married to someone like me, but I’m too much of a selfish bastard to ever let you go. You are mine. Forever.”

That man would kill a baby fawn if it looked at him the wrong way.

“When did you kill your first man? Kindergarten?”

“Lily, I’m a Made Man. Don’t make me into a hero that I’m not. I’m not kind or nice.”
“You are to me,”

Remo tilted his head. “In the past, the king had the right of the first night.”
“Ius primae noctis.”
“Maybe I should establish something like that in Vegas.” Remo chuckled, his eyes scanning the crowd for suitable women. “Bring all your virgins so I can break them.”