Betrothed (Book #6 in the Vampire Journals)
Her heart broke, as it made her think of all those times Caleb had left her, as she stood there, waiting for him herself.
JULIET
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Bab Populer