Lux Daemon Black Quotes

Did you think you could stop me? I'll burn the world down to save her.

I want to marry you because I'm in love with you, Kat. I will always be in love with you. That's not going to change today or two weeks from now. I will be just as in love with you in twenty years as I am today.

Me and Katy look adorkable in extraterrestrial highway shirts. You would just look stupid. You can thank me later.

You really shouldn’t trust a soul in this game. Not when everyone has something to gain or lose.

Sometimes words were cheap. They could be powerful, but in those rare occasions like now, words meant nothing.

So I was thinking, there're eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There're one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day...There're one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?...I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you...I want a year's worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade's worth of hours, so many that I can't add them up.

I've been waiting a long time to run tests on someone like you, " he said to Daemon, voice high-pitched. Daemon arched a brow. "Another fanboy. I have them everywhere." I muttered, "Only you would see that as a good thing." He shot me a grin.

I’m Dee Black. I’m the sister of the douchebag known as Daemon.” She smiled brightly. “But you probably already know that.” “That’s he’s a douchebag or that he’s your brother?” Archer asked innocently. “The answer is yes to both.

Kat tipped her head back, meeting my stare. Her throat worked on her next words. "I think I might love you." Air punched out of my lungs. I held her tight, and I knew right then I would burn down the whole universe for her if I had to. I would do anything to keep her safe. Kill. Heal. Die. Anything. Because she was my everything.

Daemon Black could be as prickly as a hedgehog having a really bad day, but underneath all that spindly armor, he was sweet, protective, and incredibly selfless.

Daemon: Ever hear the saying you catch more lions with honey than vinegar? Katy: I think it's 'catch more bees' and not lions. Daemon: Whatever.

Infuriated, I scrambled over him, even more furious when I saw the humored glint in his eyes. "God you tick me off." "Well at least I got you--" "Don't even finish that statement!

Do you... feel anything around me?" "Other than what I felt this morning when I saw how good you looked in those jeans?" "Daemon." I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in my that screamed, HE NOTICED ME! "I'm being serious.

I'm game for anything with you, Daemon Black.

I can help Katy," Blake wheezed. "Good enough for you?" "What?" I demanded, dropping my hands. "Yeah, see, you saying her name alone makes me want to kill you. So, no, not good enough for me.

I thinks Its cute that you call my house Home. By the way, it Is my house. My name is on the deed. - Daemon Black

Daemon snatched the yellow packages from my hands. “Oh! Books! You have books!” I laughed as several people waiting in line looked over their shoulders. “Hand them over.” He clutched them to his chest, making moony eyes. “My life is now complete.” “My life would be complete if I could actually post a review on something other than the school library computers.” I did that about twice a week since my latest laptop went to the big computer heaven in the sky.

We don't want to hurt you "That's a shame." I cracked my neck. Behind me, several more were gathering. " I have no problem hurting you

In a low voice, I asked, "How are you doing?" Luc shrugged. "You know, I'm doing my thing like a chicken wing." My brow arched. Daemon sounded like he choked. "Did you seriously just say that?

Kitten?" "Yeah?" His eyes were beautiful when they met mine, luminous and clear, and a long moment stretched out between us. "I love you.

Surprise widened his eyes as he stepped back. "Caving in so easily?" "Caving in?" I laughed without feeling. "I just want you out of my face." Daemon chuckled deeply. "Keep telling yourself that, Kitten." "Keep using your ego steroids.

I tried to push down my anger. One thing I hated more than Daemon's douche-nozzle side was him telling me what to do. "You don't own me, Daemon." "It's not about ownership, you little nut." "Nut?" I glared at him. "I wouldn't call me names when I have a knife in my hand.

I grinned at Daemon and held up a bulb that was so green it almost matched his eyes. I decided it was going to be his bulb.

You have no idea…” I ran out of words at that point. Her being this close after so long was the sweetest kind of torture. Each breath she took, I felt in every part of my body, in some areas more than others. Really inappropriate, but she always had a powerful hold over me. Common sense jumped out the window.

Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!” My own eyes snapped open. Daemon lifted his head, eyes luminous. Then I realized my hands were still up his shirt. I yanked them out. “Oh my God,” I whispered, mortified. Daemon said something that burned my ears. “Dee, you didn’t see anything.” And then he added much lower, “Because you have impeccable timing.” “You were on…her and your mouths were doing this.” I could just imagine her hand signals at that point. She went on. “And that’s more than I want to see. Like, ever.

"Something on a line, it's discord and rhyme - whatever, whatever, la la la - Mouth is alive, all running inside, and I'm hungry like the -" Warmth spread down my neck. "It's actually,'I howl and I whine. I'm after you,' and not blah or whatever.

You make me think before I act. You make me want to be a better person-Luxen-whatever.

Daemon was suddenly in front of me. I took an involuntary step back. "Do you think I didn't enjoy kissing you? That I haven't thought about it every second since then? And I know you have. Just admit it." In the pit of my stomach, tight coils thrummed. "What is the point of this?" "Have you?" "Oh, for crap's sake, yes, I have. I do! Do you want me to write it down for you? Send you an e-mail or a text? Will that make you feel better?" Daemon arched a brow. "You don't need to be sarcastic.

Breaking the cookie in two, he handed me the larger piece. I snatched it away, half tempted to throw it back in his face, but it was...it was chocolate chip. So I ate it and loved it.

He hasn't even eaten at Olive Garden, so I doubt he's a connoisseur of hotels." - Kat "No Olive Garden? Man, we've got to get that boy some endless breadsticks and salad. Travesty." - Daemon

I want you to change me. I want to become what she is" -Will "I can't just twitch my nose and make it happen." -Daemon

Seriously, though, the bouncer won't be a problem. I think he liked me." - Daemon "W-w-What?" - Katy "I think he liked me, like, really liked me." - Daemon "Your ego knows no limit, you know that?." - Katy "You'll see. I know these kinds of things." - Daemon

To Daemon, my arrival was the beginning of the end. The apocalypse. Kat-mageddon.

Was I totally against the idea of having kids with Kat one day? Other than breaking out in hives at the thought of that, the idea wasn't too horrible. Of course, I wanted the white picket fence bullshit...if it occurred a good ten years from now, and the kids didn't have weird bowl haircuts and couldn't Jedi mind-screw people.

I love you Kat, Always Have. Always Will.

There’s a McDonald’s down the street. We’ll get you a Happy Meal. Maybe that’ll make you happier.

I don’t think we got the chance to introduce ourselves the other night at the diner. My name is Blake Saunders.” He offered his free hand. Daemon glanced at Blake’s hand before returning his gaze to me. “I know who you are.” Oh, geez. I twisted toward Blake. “This is Daemon Black.” His smile faltered. “Yeah, I know who he is, too.” Laughing under his breath, Daemon straightened. At his full height, he was a good head taller than Blake. “It’s always nice to meet another fan.” Yeah, Blake had no idea what to say to that.

Daemon kissed like he was staking a claim, but he already had me—all of me. My heart. My soul. My whole being.

My heart- dammit-- my heart stopped in my chest as I stared at them. He had me by the throat because he had my whole world in his hands. I said one word I thought I'd never utter to the bastard. "Please." I swallowed hard, but the words came out easier than I could've ever imagined. "Please don't hurt her." "You'd beg for a human who wouldn't do the same for you?" "I'd do anything for her." "And I would do anything for him." Kat gasped out.

He stepped aside, allowing me back into the hallway. As we headed to another elevator, he was glued to my hip. "As close as you're riding me, man, I feel like I need to take you out to dinner or something. At least I should get your name.

God, I loved Daemon.

Anyway, I think you guys need to talk or…I don’t know. Cave to your passions.” I busted out laughing. “Oh my God, are you serious?” She grinned.

Cupping my cheeks, he exhaled a soft groan, and his lips scorched mine as he deepened the kiss until we both were breathless from its intensity. Daemon moved as close as he could with the chair between us. Gripping his arms, I held onto him, wanting him closer. The chair prevented all but our lips and hands from touching. Frustrating. Move, I ordered restlessly. It trembled under my foot, and then the heavy oak chair slid out from under me, dodging our leaning bodies. Unprepared for the sudden void, Daemon lurched forward, and I was unable to carry the unexpected weight. I collapsed backward, bringing Daemon along with me. The full contact of his body, flush against mine, sent my senses into chaotic overdrive. His tongue swept over mine as his fingers splayed across my cheeks. His hand slid down my side, gripping my hip as he urged me closer. The kisses slowed and his chest rose as he drank me in. With one last lingering exploration, he lifted his head and smiled down at me. My heart skipped a beat as he hovered over me with an expression that tugged deep in my chest. He moved his finger back up, along my cheek, trailing an invisible path to my chin. "I didn't move that chair, Kitten." "I know." "I'm assuming you didn't like where it was?" "It was in your way," I said. My hands were still curled around his arms. "I can see that." Daemon smoothed a fingertip over the curve of my bottom lip before taking my hand, pulling me up.

Seriously? Kissing her right now is what we need to be doing when we have pissed-off aliens on us?" "Kissing her is always the right thing to do.

It was perfect. She was perfect. And I was the luckiest guy.

-¿Kitten? -¿Si? Sus ojos eran hermosos cuando se encontraron con los míos, luminosos y claros,y un largo momento se extendió entre nosotros. -Te amo." Daemon Black, Opposition.

Dee:I can't believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon! Daemon:I didn't eat all of it. Dee:Oh, so it ate itself? Did the spoon eat it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it. Daemon:Actually, I think the freezer ate it.

You do realize I love a challenge?

My gaze swung back to the elevator. Part of me wanted to stay to see what the hell an origin was and why they were acting like the "Cloverfield" monster was going to come out of the elevator shaft, but Kat was here, and obviously whatever was about to rain down on us wasn't a friendly.

What?" She burrowed closer, tucking her fingers against the collar of my shirt. Throwing my arm around her waist, I took what felt like the first real breath in weeks. "If I had a Mogwai, I'd totally feed it after midnight. That Mohawk gremlin was a badass." She laughed again, the sound tinkling inside me, and I felt about a thousand pounds lighter. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" she said. "You'd totally bond with the gremlin." "What can I say? It's my sparkling personality.

How can something that's a part of me hurt?

While you're deep in something, you never say or do what you need to. It's always after the fact, when it's too late, that you realize what you should've said or done.

Las palabras perdían significado al ser dichas tantas veces. Siempre una acción hablaba mucho más, siempre era más potente.

—Daemon Black —respondió por mí—. Soy el chico que le quita el sueño por las noches y con el que fantasea. Soy el chico con el que está completamente obsesionada.

I had a funny feeling he was sizing up the situation and somehow I was to blame for his sleepy--albeit really,really nice--fondling.

Only a handful of minutes ago, I'd seen the outline of her pass in front of the windows. Sadly, she was completely clothed.

She giggled, then popped a lollipop back in her mouth. “Okay, before you tell me no, I already cleared it with Ash.” I frowned. “Cleared what?” “Ash is throwing a little New Year’s Eve party at her house. It’s just going to be a few of us. Daemon is going.” “Uh, I doubt Ash is okay with me going to her party.” “No, she is.” Dee pinged around the living room like a captured butterfly. “She promised she’d be cool with it. I think you’re growing on her.” “Like mold,” I muttered.

Sometimes..." I stared at him, blinking back wetness. "Sometimes you say the most amazing things." "And I do love the sight of my hands on your ass, too.

-... Pero ¿sabes en que pense todo el día ayer? un pensamiento que no me puedo evitar no importa cuan disgustado estoy contigo. -No. -Que tengo suerte porque la persona que no puedo sacar de mi cabeza, la persona que significa más para mi de lo que puedo soportar aun está viva, ella está todavía allí, y esa eres tu.

I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring, what a year from now is going to be like. Hell, we may end up killing each other over something stupid next week. It’s a possibility. But all I do know is what I feel for you isn’t going anywhere.

Everything that had happened flipped through my head like a photo album I wanted to burn.

The other ones don’t want to play with me.” There were more of him? Dear God... The doctor turned, smiling at the boy. “Is it because you’re not sharing your toys?” Kat choked on what sounded like a near-hysterical laugh. Micah’s eyes slid to the doctor. “Sharing is not how you assert dominance.” What. The. Holy. Hell.

I brushed the curtain aside, scowling. Hadn't even spoken to the girl and I felt like a stalker staring out the window, waiting once more...waiting for what? To catch a glimpse of her? Or to better prepare myself for the inevitable meeting? If Dee saw me now, she'd be on the floor laughing. And if Ash saw me right now, she'd scratch out my eyes and blast my new neighbor into outer space.

There're eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? The're one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day. There're one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year and you know what? I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you. I want a year's worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade's worth of hours, so many that I can't add them up" - Daemon Black

-Kat- Pronunció mi nombre como si fuera una especie de oración, y luego me dio un beso en la piel detrás de la oreja-. Rompí todas las reglas de mi clase por sanarte y mantenerte conmigo. Me casé contigo y quemé toda una ciudad para mantenerte a salvo. He matado por ti. ¿Crees que iba a olvidar lo que significas para mi? ¿Que nada en este mundo; en cualquier mundo; sería más fuerte que mi amor por ti?

Le persone più belle, quelle veramente belle, sia dentro che fuori, sono proprio quelle meno consapevoli dell'effetto che hanno sugli altri. Chi va in giro a vantarsi in realtà non fa che svilirsi. La bellezza è passeggera, questo corpo è solo un guscio.

Voy a quemar al mundo para salvarla.

Eres mi...mi todo, Kat. —Al escuchar su suave inhalación, sonreí de nuevo—. Vamos Kitten, ¿realmente esperabas algo menos de mi? Te amo.

I'll burn the world down to save her." -Daemon Black.

Deadly and sweet—that was what Daemon was; two very different kinds of souls rested in him, fused together.

She still stood in front of the garden tub, the piece of glass in her hand, and she stared back at me like an animal cornered. In that moment she didn't remind me of a harmless little kitten. She was a full-grown tigress, and she still looked like she wanted to do some damage.

Daemon had spoken to Blake earlier in the day; the entire conversation had gone down between the two without fists being thrown and I missed it.

A modéstia é para os santos e perdedores. Eu não sou nenhum dos dois.

―Siempre he encontrado que las personas más bellas, realmente bellas por dentro y por fuera, son las que en silencio desconocen su efecto.―sus ojos buscaron los míos atentamente, y por un momento nos paramos allí, frente a frente―. ¿Por qué si eres bello debes pasártelo presumiendo? Su belleza es sólo pasajera. Es sólo una cáscara ocultando nada, excepto las sombras y el vacío.

Inclinó su cabeza besándo las lágrimas hasta que atrapó cada una de ellas con su aliento. Entonces sus labios alcanzaron los míos y el espacio desapareció. El mundo entero desapareció por aquellos preciosos momentos.

Kat didn’t get it when it came to the whole Thanksgiving thing. She didn’t think she belonged or was a part of us. She had no idea that she was beginning to mean more to me than… Well, than anyone else that was going to be here on Thanksgiving. And that was dangerous. Potentially stupid. Risky. Also exhilarating. Thrilling.

Si hay algo hay un nosotros.

Pasaron varios segundos antes de que respondiera. -eso es lo divertido de tratar de escapar. Nunca puedes hacerlo.Tal vez por un tiempo , pero no del todo

Si hay algo, hay un nosotros.

Modesty is for saints and losers, I am neither-Daemon Black, Onyx

Sin quitarme los ojos de encima, acercó aún más su pupitre. - ¿Sabes una cosa? - ¿Qué? - Que he entrado en tu blog. Ay, Dios. ¿Cómo lo había encontrado? Un momento; la pregunta que debía hacerme era la siguiente: ¿por qué lo había encontrado? Mi blog no podía buscarse a través de Google...Estaba flipando en colores. - Ya estás acosándome otra vez, ¿no? ¿Tengo que llamar a la poli para que te ponga una orden de alejamiento? - Ni en sueños, gatita - Sonrió - Ah, espera, que ya salgo en ellos, ¿verdad? Puse los ojos en blanco. - Más bien apareces en mis pesadillas, Daemon. (pág.154) - ¿Me estás preguntando si me atraen las humanas? - dijo. El pelo le caía hacia delante en ondas. Unas gotitas de agua le recorrían los mechones y acababan salpicándome la mejilla - ¿O si eres tú la que me atrae? Con las manos apoyadas en la roca, fue acercándose a mí lentamente. Muy pronto nos separaban sólo unos milímetros...Sentía su respiración como si fuera la mía, y cuando movió las caderas abrí los ojos y ahogué un grito. Vaya que si funcionaba la cosa...Me despejó la duda de un plumazo. (pág. 240) - Sí que es importante el helado - dije. - Es mi vida entera.- Dee tiró el monedero a Daemon, pero erró el objetivo - ¡Y tú me lo has quitado! (pág. 258 NUNCA TE METAS ENTRE DEE Y SU COMIDA, Y MENOS SI SE TRATA DE HELADO) - ¿Lo estás pasando bien con...Ash? - ¿Y tú con tu amiguito el pulpo? Me mordí el larbio. - Qué simpático eres, como siempre. ... - Estás...muy guapa, por cierto. Demasiado guapa para estar con ese idiota. Me sonrojé y bajé la vista. - ¿Te has tomado algo? - Pues no, la verdad. ¿Por qué me lo preguntas, si puede saberse? - Porque nunca me dices nada agradable. - Touché. (pág. 303) - Recuérdame...que no te haga enfadar nunca más ¡La leche! ¿Eres agente secreto en tus ratos libres? ... Me recorrió la espalda con sus brazos y hundió una mano en los rizos que se me habían soltado del moño. - No me has hecho caso - susurró contra mi hombro. - Nunca te hago caso. (pág. 327) Daemon murmuró algo en un idioma desconocido. Era una lengua dulce y bonita. Mágica. De otro planeta. Podría haberlo despertado, pero no lo hice sin saber demasiado bien por qué. La emoción que sentía por el contacto con su piel era más fuerte que todo lo demás. Daemon tenía una mano en el borde de mi camiseta, y los dedos encima del pedazo de piel que había entre el borde de la camiseta y la cinturilla de los pantalones de pijama. La mano empezaba a abrirse paso por debajo de la camiseta, a través de mi estómago, en la parte en que este empieza a descender. El pulso se me desbocó. Me rozó las costillas con la punta de los dedos. Su cuerpo se movió y sentí su rodilla contra mí. (pág. 338) O.O o_O OMG - Gatita - Ni aunque fueras el último ser con aspecto humano sobre la faz de la Tierra ¿Ahora lo entiendes? ¿Capiche? ... - Ademñas, no me atraes nada - Mentira podrida - Pero vamos, nada de nada. Eres... De repente Daemon estaba delante de mí, a apenas un centímetro de mi rostro. - ¿Qué soy? - Ignorante -¿Y qué más? - Prepotente, controlador...-...- Y un...cretino. - Venga ya, gatita, seguro que puedes hacerlo mejor - ... - Todavía no me creo que no te sientas atraída por mí. (pág. 360) - Seguro que hasta sueñas conmigo - Bajó la vista hacia mis labios y sentí que se despegaban - Seguro que escribes mi nombre en tus libretas, una y otra vez, rodeado por un corazoncito. Me reí. - En tus sueños, Daemon. Eres la última persona a la que... Daemon me besó (pág.361) Una sonrisa pícara se le asomó a los labios. - ¿Te das cuenta de que me encantan los retos? Me reí entre dientes y me volví hacia la puerta mientras le dedicaba un gesto grosero con el dedo corazón. - Y a mí, Daemon; y a mí. (pág. 414)

- Nunca vuelvas a llamarme así - le espeté. - Es mejor que llarmarle <> a alguien, ¿no? - Salió por la puerta - Qué visita tan estimulante. La recordaré mucho tiempo. Aquello ya era suficiente. - ¿Sabes qué? Tienes toda la razón. Mira que llamarte tarado...Esa es una palabra que no te define bien - le dije sonriendo - <> te pega más. - Conque <>, ¿eh? - repitió - Eres un encanto. Levanté el dedo corazón. (pág.20) Eran más de la una, pero parecía que Daemon acabara de levantarse. Llevaba los tejanos arrugados y el pelo enmarañado. Hablaba con alguien por teléfono mientras se pasaba la mano por la mandíbula. - ¿Tu hermano no tiene camisetas o qué? - le pregunté mientras cogía la pala. - Me temo que no. No las lleva ni en invierno. Siempre va por ahí medio desnudo - refunfuñó - Es bastante incómodo tener que verlo así todo el día, enseñando tanta...carne ¡Qué grima! A ella le daría grima, pero a mí...me alteraba bastante. Me puse a cavar hoyos en lugares estratégicos mientras notaba que se me secaba la garganta. Tenia una cara perfecta, un cuerpo de ensueño y una mala leche espectacular. Las tres reglas de oro de cualquier tío macizo, vaya. (pág. 39) - Tienes una cabecita bastante sucia, gatita. Pestañeé. <> - ¿Qué has dicho? - Que tienes la cabeza sucia - repitió en voz baja. Sabía que Dee no podía oírle -, llena de tierra. ¿Qué creías que quería decir? - Nada -...Tener a Daemon tan cerca no me reconfortaba en absoluto - Es normal ensuciarse cuando plantas. Los labios le temblaron un instante. - Hay muchas maneras de ensuciarse. Aunque no tengo la intención de mostrártelas. (pág.46) - Me da a mí que te has mojado tú más que el coche. Nunca pensé que lavar un coche pudiera ser tan complicado pero, después de observarte durante los últimos quince minutos, creo que deberían convertirlo en deporte olímpico. - ¿Estabas observándome? - Qué grima. Y qué morbo. ¡No! de morboso, nada. (pág.51) - Pues sí ¿Y tú siempre te quedas mirando a los tíos cuando llamas a su puerta para preguntar por una dirección? - ¿Siempre abres la puerta medio desnudo? - Pues sí. Y no has respondido a mi pregunta. ¿Siempre pegas esos repasos? Las mejillas me ardían. (pág.53) - Hasta mañana a medio día, gatita. - Te odio - resoplé. - El sentimiento es mutuo - Me miró por encima del hombro - Me juego veinte pavos a que llevas bañador y no biquini. Era insufrible. (Pág. 62) - ¿Que no confía en mi? ¿Y qué tiene que confiarme, tu virtud? Se le escapó otra carcajada y tardó unos momentos en poder contestar. - Pues claro; no le gustan las chicas guapas que están coladitas por mi. - ¿Qué? - ... - Estás de broma, ¿no? - ¿A qué parte te refieres? - preguntó- - ¡A todas! - Venga ya. No me digas que no sabes que eres guapa. ¿No te lo ha dicho ningún chico antes? (pág.90) - Creo que estás condenada a estar conmigo un rato más. - Seguro que parezco un gato remojado. - Estás bien. La lluvia te favorece. Fruncí el ceño. - Ya me estás mintiendo otra vez. Sentí que su cuerpo se movía junto al mío y, sin mediar palabra, me rozó la barbilla con los dedos y me atrajo hacia él. En sus labios se dibujó una sonrisa torcida. - No te miento; te lo dijo en serio. (pág.101) - Bueno...Ya llegó el innombrable. A Dee le dio un ataque de risa que hizo que toda la cafetería nos mirara. - ¡Me parto! Me hundí en la butaca. Desde la mañana en que Dee y él me habían preparado el desayuno, me había evitado y a mí me daba igual. ... Seguramente Daemon era físicamente el hombre más perfecto que jamás había visto - su cara haría las delicias de cualquier retratista -, pero a la vez tenía bastantes papeletas para ser el cretino más grande sobre la faz de la Tierra. (pág.145)

I’m game for anything with you, Daemon Black.

I know you're good inside. You're warmth and light and everything I don't deserve, but you- you believe that I deserve you. Knowing all that I have done in my past to other people and to you, you still believe I deserve you." "I -" "And that's because you're good inside - You've always been and will be." His hands slipped down my throat, to curve around my shoulders. "There is nothing you can say or do that will change that. So grieve what you had to do. Mourn it, but never, ever blame yourself for things that are beyond your control.

Las personas que son hermosas de verdad, por dentro y por fuera, son aquellas que no son conscientes del efecto que tienen sobre los demás” - Daemon Black

La familia siempre había sido lo primero para mi, y Kat era parte de mi familia, una parte muy grande. Era mi futuro” - Daemon Black

Doesn't he own a shirt?" I ask, grabbing a spade. Unfortunately, I don't think so. Not even in the winter. He's always running around half-dressed.