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1 " Hazed by pleasure, Nix still had to know. This could be his last chance. “Nikolai,” he said thickly. “Tell me about Nikolai.”Roark’s hand drifted down over Nix’s pale torso. He eyed Nix wryly. “You have his persistence,” he allowed wryly. His eyes flickered on Nix’s hot face. Everything hidden behind them even as he spoke. “Very well. He was a genius. He was a … thug. He was night and day. He could be kindness itself to a stranger, and yet the next day would bathe in that stranger’s blood. And if you tear the shirt from Henley’s back, you will doubtless find Nikolai’s name carved there. Nikolai became mine, and I his, for five hundred years.” Roark’s striking face was smooth, expressionless. Enigmatic. “They were five hundred years of heaven. Five hundred years of hell. I can tell you no more. Not right now. Is that enough? "
― Jae T. Jaggart , His (The Hellfire Vampires Bloodline, #1)
2 " You liked watching Lucrezia and her consort,” Roark observed, ignoring his comment and switching the subject, taking Nix’s earlobe between his white teeth and nipping it, hard. He licked at the blood. “The cruel face of their love. It turned you on. Hard. "
3 " They mistrust you because they think you’ll be the death of me,” Roark said softly. “Tell me, Nix. Will you? "
