" I missed you, my goddess, my Peitho,
He nuzzles his face in my hair affectionately, pushing the strands aside and placing a delicate kiss behind my ear.
No one can resist you, Blakely. But I’ll be damned if I stand back and watch another man touch what’s mine. "

― Trisha Wolfe , Malady (A Necrosis of the Mind Duet #2)