Your the closest thing to an angel I’ll ever touch.

My Dear Julianne, If you wish to know how I feel about you, just ask me. Yours, Gabriel.

He kissed her hair. “You deserve far more and far better than me, Beatrice,” he whispered. “La gloriosa donna della mia mente. The glorious lady of my mind.

All the money in the world cannot pay for a life.

Forgive me.” He cupped her cheek. “I came to you tonight because I couldn’t allow the light of my life to be extinguished without seeing you one last time.” “Then.

No one deserves mercy. Not deserving it is what makes it mercy.

I never left you. I was the shadow on your wall.

A lion in charge of wolves, she thought. How convenient.

Who’s the Angelfucker now?

She would give him everything. She would do anything to take away his pain, including offering up herself.