Luke's voice was even, almost matter-of-fact, when he replied. "I would destroy anyone who set out to harm her. And I would make sure they felt every moment of it."
His footsteps were silent as he approached the kitchen, his blue eyes icy. There was a depth of feeling there he did not often reveal. His existence with Lena was a glittering facade, beneath which lurked over four centuries worth of love and obsession and desire all tangled together into something exquisitely dark and tempestuous. It was the most pleasurable pain.
"She is mine. I knew it the first moment I laid eyes on her. Just as I knew that I would do everything in my power to keep her with me always. As I have."