He’d always had his family, his brothers and sister, and they had formed a unit so strong, when he was younger, he hadn’t thought he would ever need anyone else. Loneliness taught him otherwise.
Grace had filled those lonely places, replacing them with laughter and conversation. She’d given him the purpose he needed there in his home to maintain his balance in a world of stark duty.
He wasn’t worried about being alone. He was used to it. He’d been alone most of his life, even in the midst of a crowd. He could handle that, no problem.
She was... salvation. Everything good. She lit up a room just as she lit up his life.
You have the white knight syndrome in spades,” she murmured. “Don’t kid yourself, baby, there’s nothing white knight about me.
She took away sorrow and anger, replacing it with acceptance and love.
The rider uses a technique, breaking the neck cleanly, so there is no suffering. That is why it is important not to allow it to be personal if at all possible. You always want the visit to be about justice, not revenge.
I’m not a good man, Ania, and you’re a good woman. A man like me has to think long and hard before he decides to bring a woman like you into his world.
I will rule you, Ashe,” he admitted. “I’ll tell you what to do and you’ll give me that snippy look you have and tell me what to do.
One night will never be enough. A thousand nights will never be enough. If you come to me, Ania, it will be a commitment to me. To us. There will be no going back.
It was always you, Blythe. From the moment I met you, it was always you. I brought my family home so you can work your magic on them. They need you. I need you. It’s time you let me back in.
Il mio piccola bella amore, I can’t change the past as much as I’d like to,” he said softly. “I can only tell you that you have my future. Only you.
His expressionless mask had slipped and she saw him, his fierce demons and turbulent needs mixed with dark, ferocious passion. He would never be like other men. He would always be dominant, scary to enemies and yet gentle with those he loved.
Nonny has this way about her. She made me realize that there was good people in the world. She made me see that we were a family of sorts – the GhostWalkers in my unit – and that we had extended family in the other GhostWalker units. I liked that.
Looking into Ricco’s eyes, she knew she was safe with him. She felt safe. More she felt free.
It was strange, that feeling of freedom, as if by tying her, he released her spirit – beaten down, so encased in the beliefs of others, what was right, what was wrong, what she was – so that she could just be. Simply be.
She had no idea she could feel so protected. So beautiful. So cherished. He made her feel all those things. She could give him his art- and it was beautiful.
She was the woman who would center him. Be the center of his world. Hell. Who was he kidding? She already was.
He’d missed her. Really missed her. It was strange to think of a woman night and day, to worry about her and look forward to being with her. To inhale the scent of her and know you were home. To crave her body like an addiction and need the sound of her laughter and sight of her smile. He’d never had that before and now it seemed as natural to him as breathing.
She had the mad desire to circle his waist with her arms and just hold on to all that solid muscle. He was a rock when her world felt built on sand.