The Second Sleep Of The Wolf

Dauneila Wilde...
It's a sad truth that my own sister wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire. In fact, it would be more probable that she was the one who lit the match. I would give everything to get back the bond we once had but my everything means nothing to Ebonine, I don't know her anymore.
Lucius White...
I opened the door and walked outside. That was it. The littlest of acts that changed everything. And now I was f**ked. What do you do when you have the world in the palm of your hand only to discover you're wrapped around the little finger of the one woman who could destroy you? We should never have met, should never have spoke but it's too late now. Once Ebonine Wilde gets under your skin, she's there to stay.
Ebonine Wilde...
Let's get one thing straight. I'm not a good person who does bad things nor am I a bad person who does good. The forces of good and evil are not wrestling for my soul; no internal war rages within me. Right. Wrong. They coexist peacefully side by side, each knowing that they will never be more or less than the other. I am good, I am bad but more importantly I've only just begun.