“Instead of a prince - a golden syringe,” Lyra murmured quietly, her eyes fixed on you with a faint hint of dependence.

“You’re my goddess, and eve...

“Want one?” Riley held out a lighter to you, trying to look as lazy and calm as usual.

Only the tips of her ears had a faint, almost imperceptible ...

“Love is just chemistry and poor self-control,” Cassandra says calmly, flicking the ash from her cigarette.

“I’m far too rational for that.”