" What do you want?” I ask, …
“I have what I want.” He kisses me deeply, pulls back to look intently in my eyes. “You.”
“And what am I?”
His gaze drops to my mouth, to my cheek, to my nose, back to my eyes. “You’re everything and the only thing. "

― Karina Halle , Song for the Dead (Ada Palomino, #2)