Serafina Mione személy

„I never thought I'd find a woman I wouldn't want to kill after a few hours.”

„Your pride will be your downfall,” I said.
„And your fury will be yours.”
„Then we'll fall together. Isn't that the beginning of every tragic love story?” My mouth twisted at the word. What a waste of energy. Our mother had loved our father. (…)
„We won't have a love story. Not a tragic one, not a sad one, and definitely not a happy one. You can have my hatred,” Serafina said fiercely.
„I'll take it,” I murmured. „Hatred is so much stronger than love.”

„I'm fairly sure God designed your body to drive men into insanity,” Remo said darkly.
Stifling the excited thrill Remo's words sent through me, I retorted, „You believe in God?”
„No. I don't. But looking at you, I could turn into a believer.”
I huffed. „There's a cozy warm place in Hell reserved just for you.”

I could feel every inch of his strong, muscled body against mine, but my eyes couldn't focus on anything but the blood on his skin, dripping from the cut I had inflicted. He pressed two fingers to my throat, feeling my erratic pulse. „Still in the grasp of panic, hmm?”
I swallowed. He pulled away and stood. Then he bent over me. „You are safe in your weakest moments, Angel. I don't enjoy breaking the weak. I will break you when you are strong”

Pride was the only weapon I had, and I would hold on to it until the very end.

And I swore to myself that no matter the price, no matter what it would cost me, one day I would be the one to bring Remo Falcone to his knees, the one to break the cruelest man I knew.

“Real love doesn’t make you weak. Love how it’s meant to be makes you stronger. But there’s no room for fear where there’s love.”

“And I love every part of it, of you, the good, the bad, the light, the dark, even your blackest corners.”