"Jude, you can't really think I don't know it's you. I knew you from the moment you walked into the brugh."

+Well Didn't you get my letters? -What? +You never replied to a one +I began to wonder if you'd misplaced your ambition in the mortal world.

"Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment"

Black as the eyes of the High King of Elfhame

I hate that he knows what he's doing and I don't. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.